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The Four Corners

this four-cornered cave, i’ve been calling my home the sun has dried up and left bleached like a bone this bone i’ve been living in, like an old woman’s shoe but i have no children and i have nothing to do this deed that i’ve done, it has been done for me but I was condemned and condemned to be free this freedom is nothing, not like freedom at all i sit staring at shadows shadows play on the walls

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