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The living room is overgrown with grass.
come up around the furniture.
It stretches through
the dining room, past the swinging door into the
It extends for miles and miles into the
There's treasure in grass, things dropped or put
there; a stick of rust that was once a penknife, a
All hidden in the grass at the
scalp of the window .
In a cellar under the grass an old man sits in a
rocking chair, rocking to and fro.
In his arms he
holds an infant, the infant body of himself.
he rocks to and fro under the grass in the
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