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Apr 2014
the bottles are there
I clear them when I have time
but I don't know the color

it is three more blocks
plus the thirteen in my brain
I wait for a train

electric tracks quiet nice
all day long they will take home
strangers to places they never meant to go
Elijah Almond
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Elijah Almond  CA
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