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lathe and plaster walls divide a derelict rooms part at doors, holes kicked through and, unglazed frames. light lingers on fragments of lyric and latex. rats scramble away from nests; domesticity. after bank's dead hand slapped us outta the place.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC
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lathe and plaster walls divide a derelict rooms part at doors, holes kicked through and, unglazed frames. light lingers on fragments of lyric and latex. rats scramble away from nests; domesticity. after bank's dead hand slapped us outta the place.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC
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