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Nov 2020
i am constantly trying to throw away costumes of myself when people float away
when they vanish
on the 9th when you are the seventh
satin blue
with the bow
it's just brick and sawdust now.
Chloë Fuller
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Chloë Fuller  Philadelphia
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