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Mar 2013
I am listening to melted ice-cubes breathe out of a squiggly straw

A member of the Canidae family tiptoeing to this mornings bread crumbs

I am listening to an old snore warmed under a red checkered quilt

Beige cigarette fumes off the wall crumpling rose tinted petals

I am listening to a computer fan- ***** computer for a ***** engineer

3:43 ante meridiem
Carissa
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Carissa
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