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I am reading about a piano when you begin to play.   - I will continue to wish you were dying. - you say to pictures me, before I was taken. - you have one story involves a failed grenade. I wish two, you wish ambitiously none. - forgive me, death, I am drunk. sober, I sell doormats. -    in our imaginings gutted baseballs became the skulls of small animals through which the wind called heads. - in daytime, you inspect a dark stone.  you tell me it could take all night.   - in heaven’s garage they’ve yet to make a horn that works. - if I leave, it is to write this poem.
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Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
the deaths
I am reading about a piano when you begin to play.   - I will continue to wish you were dying. - you say to pictures me, before I was taken. - you have one story involves a failed grenade. I wish two, you wish ambitiously none. - forgive me, death, I am drunk. sober, I sell doormats. -    in our imaginings gutted baseballs became the skulls of small animals through which the wind called heads. - in daytime, you inspect a dark stone.  you tell me it could take all night.   - in heaven’s garage they’ve yet to make a horn that works. - if I leave, it is to write this poem.
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Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
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