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Enter an empty flowerpot Wet dirt clots its mineral supply. Harvest the salty rain, flourish from here to the fullest metronoming cloud. Drops litter the entrance I braked with blocks. Once the city gave its lamps a statue to shine for and once I trailed behind a season skipping hot pebbles through a frozen pond. I fast forward when I don’t like the song. Taxicab thrifting our fare to neighborhoods that vowel like ours. Fertilizer proved a makeshift failure and the red wine blemish won’t come out. I clear salt grains from the cold dinner table. During death the iris browns till its limbs recede from the body. The occasion takes weeks to fulfill. [ 11 ...

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