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these old books and all those boys tripping on squeaking baby toys your mother's last apartment floor creaking under seven or eight count teenage weight spilling boxes of recorders and claves from the highest shelf and a xylophone crashing onto solid oak table spilling the last standing mug of tea steaming, staining, spitting varnish resolving to small puddles in the divets on the table
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
Branches, naked
these old books and all those boys tripping on squeaking baby toys your mother's last apartment floor creaking under seven or eight count teenage weight spilling boxes of recorders and claves from the highest shelf and a xylophone crashing onto solid oak table spilling the last standing mug of tea steaming, staining, spitting varnish resolving to small puddles in the divets on the table
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
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