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Nov 2014
Imagine the galaxy spinning out of control
onto the palm of your calloused, ***** hand.
I imagine how your eyes would light up
like the florescent bulb at 1 am.
Anyone else would sell it to the nearest buyer
for millions of dollars but not you.
You simply place it in a box
and mail it back to god.
Lorelai
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Lorelai  on a hill
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   Josephine
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