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Jul 2017
the higher the window
the smaller
and paler
the face

every time I pass underneath
I always have a funny feeling
something is going to land on my head
a spit
a cigarette ****
a flower ***
or a man
spreading his arms
trying to fly
like a bird
William Marr
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William Marr  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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   Mary-Eliz
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