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Nov 2013
i let the rain build up on the windshield
and other things seemed to build up too

colorful blocks stacked up in a tall tower
but at some point it must crumble
scatter amongst the floor
red, blue and yellow blocks cover it
and i can't get my hands to pick them up.
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