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Buzz saws cacophonous mega-hums on west side avenues.

Beloveds and I are safe for complicated reasons.

Sky beyond our deck still reminds me of late-day Arles.

All around. Beyond. Dying in creatively vicious ways.


The screwed out here one kind of huge lewd

ringing rising on a bright, dry afternoon.


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