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Apr 2012
There is a shell I have never broken.
I watched you check your mail.
I had already found my keys.
I waited.
You waited.
You knew there would be no mail.
You watched me scrounge for my keys.
There is a shell you have never broken.
Day 10
Steven Hutchison
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Steven Hutchison  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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