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May 2019
It was as shaky as it was stable
As catalog cheap, as it was painted for an heirloom

We sat clothed in Saturday mornings
But this time we couldn’t speak
If I could I’d tell you
This particle board was pressed
With all the scheduled pitches and lunchtime whistles

The veiny grain roped and ebbed
In long wallflower cantations
And there a boy was lost

It should have been a museum’s muse
But all I threw out today was a ****** coffee table
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     Bogdan Dragos and Fawn
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