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dog spit

my son plays

chords

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oxalis everywhere

too late to

ask the spirits

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she asks you

for her own

scientific name

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a coin jar

broken on the road

yes, the clouds

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the blue corners

in the house

creak in the heat

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in the ditch

yellow flowers

won’t make it to dusk

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parking lot campers

someone plays

an accordion

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a box of

unopened letters

leave them be

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a box of

unopened letters

the ink has bled

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