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Aug 2013
A heart is a palm reaching out from the slots of a weathered man's ribcage, begging for the quarters in the hearts of strangers. "Do you have 49 cents so I can get a soda?" Walk by. Head down. Heart closed. Pale veins clenched tightly.
Nemo
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Nemo  Texas
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