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Fritos and I, hour number five, sitting to the beat of a basketball.
I feel like I can write with my left hand.
Looking up, for the first time I can finally see the notes of the singing birds.
How can something so small make a noise that could unblister the soles of overworked boys?

Twitching eyes escape a numb face, sweat escapes tired pours.
Mother Nature has Human Nature on all four's.
The Grove makes police sirens sound beautiful.
It's a world where habits fit in and you can walk without a leash around a runny nose.

I'll die a boy unknown, I'll rest a man revered- with the knowledge of what pure evil can do and how she formed a cemetery from where the bunnies used to play.
Allusion carries fumes which are promised when consumed to encourage to intrude through bad days which come in two's.

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