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No. Sno., fall

Life, once
for the humpy

runs. Now, nothing
but safety

nets. Our honey
moon’s over

the still still
Stilly. Our river

boat’s cast
out in the past

tense.
I can go

home again,
technically.

No. Sno., fall

Life, once
for the humpy

runs. Now, nothing
but safety

nets. Our honey
moon’s over

the still still
Stilly. Our river

boat’s cast
out in the past

tense.
I can go

home again,
technically.

Anthony Warnke, 29

Seattle / Mount Vernon

 
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