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19 An Empty House Is the Loudest Music You disallow that it is late; that the stars are splayed in a rash attending the moon; that it refuses. There is a mirror in the room you didn’t request, didn’t place, yet are glad for; an illustration the size of can’t remember. The spotted sky mocks the effort that put it there; all those lights must be putting on someone. You touch yourself, &, forgetting the time, rock in the easy chair the way that, for a while, is something. ...

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