Thursday, July 27, 2017

9777. I WOULDN'T WONDER

I WOULDN'T WONDER
There is a gas-light on, under the books.
I wouldn't wonder about that.
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These is a shard of glass beneath the shattered
window. Other than being careful for your hands,
I wouldn't pay it any mind.
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Yesterday at four PM, the wind came through
and just took. Everything. Away.
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I've been insulted before. By the guy on
Avenel Street, who lived by Cameo's.
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Nothing. New. There. At. All.

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