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Arm leaves
My mother dropped a paper in the sink and all the stories sailed in on ships billowing and billowing about how we fall down and then get the grip of the rope under our feet
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Eat bees
The park couldn’t have picked a person on their way to ‘not in a hurry’ more accurately. She strolled by the trees as if her knees were olive oiled,
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About working in an office
You won’t find the filing cabinets under your desks they’re on the roof, comment edited with bird shit and ash, and I can tell you my forearms pulsed with the grey weight of maths.
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He made couches out of commas
He made couches out of commas The boy in the book fucked his fist out, took to making letter lists sleep slicked himself with digits and cubed bits and centimetres and pixels
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What want mooring
What want mooring They went home and locked the home gate they went home and did the washing up and at tea time when mum said because I am in a boat having a hard time we have dog for dinner
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