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My routine: Sit on the fourth step from the bottom Stare right through the window speckled front door Out and beyond gazing at culdesac concrete Waiting for the color of the street to transform lighter and lighter until brightness If the color made from someone's headlights was a Crayon color, I would name it "take-me-away-yellow" I wait for the color I wait for the signal For someone Anyone To save me
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
take me away yellow
My routine: Sit on the fourth step from the bottom Stare right through the window speckled front door Out and beyond gazing at culdesac concrete Waiting for the color of the street to transform lighter and lighter until brightness If the color made from someone's headlights was a Crayon color, I would name it "take-me-away-yellow" I wait for the color I wait for the signal For someone Anyone To save me
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
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