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2008, out of Iraq… some dreams aren’t worth hitting the snooze 4
more years... i can see it now: Ira8


today ‘s like a dog’s nose. fetch!
follow the turquoise bicycle into the basement


i am reading Bovary, and that is to be said
without sneezing. the world is hollow


don’t call me at this number. tell them at the switchboard you want to talk
to the locksmith and they will put you through to my house in the Keys


when i think about her
that’s another lost bookmark