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Apr 2020
my blood hits dead ends in my head
bouncing off inert doors
there is a man inside the room who hears the knocking
he is sixty-four
his feet are up
it's not the nicest apartment
but he is just tired.
bennu
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bennu  26/South Philadelphia
(26/South Philadelphia)   
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