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too late

for the winter

fly

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one

ninth on

the board

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at the last

minute

reindeer games

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the blue lights

too advanced for

the other lights

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my conversation

with you goes better

now you’re not here

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you can’t have

my soul I gave it

to John Fahey

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my amygdala

returns with

some blunt objects

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back when

your only problem

was verbs

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what we’ve cobbled

from our ruins

lets in the wind

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the mist sits

like soft serve

on the green hills

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