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Oct 2012
Religion is genre essentially,
they're just boxes. Filled
to maximum capacity with sardines.
You think about this
more often then not. Just
like suicide. Not in the style
that the depressed might, your mother
almost hung herself with the hose.
You can only see the
sun's glimmer on the red oak trees
outside the windowless pane.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
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