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Sugar cube, and a paper napkin. Tomato. Rabbits.
Two spons and a letter from Angela. She cried.
It's dried spots, landed by today's love. A cup...
of milk, warmed and a bowl, made of jam
tap, tap. it's noice enjoys the prison. Lunatics
and lumber-made, it's legs under the mason jar.
Light over us, and a marble top, shining silvery
To the color of night. Black eyes yellow teeth.
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