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Beyond the Plastic Pole.
The landlord called this morning
Said that she could tell I just woke up. To call her back later.
The cold was different to me, this late morning
Hazy, paired with rain
Drizzled, Murky, Heavy air that swept through the knit of my hoodie.
The branches lay next to the garage in a consecutively non-organized fashion, taken back by hand a few times
To the old burning pile ...
Saturday 28th October 2017 4:50 pm
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