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look whut they've done to us
.
i hear'd
you're thuh recluse
alone
raising your beauty
in the
hovel
i
mar thuh city center
'mongst thuh pigeonz and
squirrelz
(I) lie
and
lie
'bout the salt streaks
shading mine
overcoat
each splash
thinks uv yourn
they strip'd ourn sheath
from ourn thewz
yet in secret
they too
(I) miss you
(I) only see (you)
whence pneuma
cry
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James Peranteau
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