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Third Floor and Celery

Third Floor Reality distraction staples in the wall of my loneliness plastered over to gain permanency but as a lightweight spackle, haphazardly poised on the rusty putty knife, is used to smooth out the wall with childlike enjoyment staples find freedom flying... down below someone utters uninterruptible profanity Celery hard times and they told me those are the celery sticks cracking kid

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