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third draft

PLAYING DRESS UP

this gut kicks. this is a stranger and a strangler. i stain these curtains.
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i found grieving in the grass. I found a pervert in my throat. Don’t mistake the ships for the waves. If you suspect a voice do not employ it. the animals on a very bright day offer professions of good will. one month ago, near the shores of the Bosphorus, I slept on a park bench then ate a potato. this forest is not an empty background.
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you kill yourself to raise the dead.

all the people that we’ve _______ and all the people that we’ve_______

you kill yourself to raise the dead.

the years flash.

what goes thin goes sure.

you kill yourself to raise the dead.

freckles on the shoreline.

my phone refuses to sing.

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