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rest area

some of these

people live here

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the edge

of the fog

crescent moon

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flickering through

my eyelids blinking

blue numbers

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the new public

toilets look like

Daleks

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we trade

spirits for

spirits

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you feel

the cat’s tongue

through your sock

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frosted with

snow the volcano

invisible

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silver feathers

it was a pigeon

maybe a dove

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while I’m petting

the cat she tests

the taser

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unsure

you draw

a grain elevator

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