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40 Chemo Wait by the dark scream tv with glowing growths my friend waits (white space paper sticks to skin bathrooms have lines and stink cold dreams flow from fluoride planets at each chair) for nothing more than outside, careless breath of late afternoon, bland sidewalk, scent of stray mustard from an empty lot (old woman near her has a slow drip, no companion. never weeps— studies me with crinkled eyes. squeezing her blanket and doll) ...

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