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still looking for

a vanilla

envelope

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the scale won’t

caress

you

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dried cheese rinds

it’s been weeks

since the winter fly

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your breath

rustles the pages

a moth emerges

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fruit fly

how did

winter make you

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you leave

the machines

compete

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coincidence

your unseen

loadstone

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she calls it

your soup stain

sweater

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always in

the same place

cat hair on the screen

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ancient ammonite

cracks in

the sink

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