She's rubbing his shoulder and he's reading about Western birds. There's a scoop of light just above my knee it resembles the world, the one I know a layer of smoke spread thin, a shelf my mind returns again & again to the picture you gave me. In pain. I'm holding the receiver in Denver some woman making human eyes at me from her blue seat, but I later conclude she's crazy I'm helpless, rushing back to fix the "h," how can I help you I think we tried this long enough our cure we would save us from everybody else, we "got" it, us and now we're another falling down car complaining animal empty house
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