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The Removal Men

cut out the rotten stairs a dustheart of demolition, old glass, pictures and all the debris of a too long life, a foeteal child locked under torn wallpaper, no pulse, no water, shadows of a stained man gone this is the rest,all uncored.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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