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Sep 2016
chill, girl. he
smiles at everyone
like that.*

right.

like mind,
like matter: the residents
of dream ridge blindfold,
ziptied and huddled around
the HVAC unit
like it's a fire pit.

no i am not
interested in whoever
switched the
labels on the
breaker box. i
am interested
in the stitching
on the crotch of his jeans.
Mote
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Mote  31/F/Michigan
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