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Feb 2014
in this dream I was running down
a thinning subway and the people
grew in numbers, inflating until I
was pressed against the wet brick
when I climbed out and lost my
shoe, stood atop the winding
corridor and realized that
they were all people I
knew, each of them a
stacked book lining a
spiral all the way  
down, going no
where in
particular.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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