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Jefferson's Shadow
03:11
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Haddonfield homes disassembled one by one, every brick and stone. I’ve got a gun with the serial number scratched out. Jilted, I’ve kept a safe distance. Wait, another aspect of this story has been misplaced and evidence is evidently missing. Wait, another chapter has been erased. Now you can try to keep this up for days but where that curtain closed there’s room for growing. Take the wheel dear. Forty people speak at once but I hear only you. I’m hanging on but I don’t know for how long. I’ve fallen off and I’m sleeping on your front lawn.
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Latckey
03:12
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Empty hallways evening haze. Chaperones park cars, you’re shaking your head. Pass the time with card games. Don’t delay just uppercut. I’m set astray. This is it, the last to leave I’m hesitant. As of now I’m staying put. The clique jeers and spins but never forgives as I lose her in this vestibule, for the second time in a row. Are you still standing here? All along you’ve been holding on to every piece of paper I wrote on. Through the years handmade souvenirs and every piece of paper you wrote on, they’re all gone.
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You're Welcome
03:25
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You’re the first one in, I’m the first one out. Twenty feet northwest burning a cigarette with conversation and a faded tone. Well, I figured that much. I expected that much from you but not from me. You’re another “never again” so just stand back as far as you can. You took photographs that you won’t show me from the basement stairs. We’ve been talking now it’s 9:00 A.M. dear, are we staying here? Our sleep arrangements are overlapping. Kathleen, should they make a monument? But she left it back inside. I started erasing a notebook worth reading twice. A hundred lines separately conveying a message concealing truth. Should they make a monument of stone?
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Uncle Jack
02:06
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What I don’t understand is how in every single dream I have such slow hands. Allay, refuse to quit. There’s blood across your teeth. We’re not dead but you’ve been hit. I swear I’ll never understand. This hallway doesn’t look the same since the first coat. The frame behind the clock is still seeking attention.
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Newton Colony
02:11
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Looking out over rooftops, can’t tell where the sky starts and where the snow stops and it’s pitch black in the colony. Lying on a futon in a living room that’s not done just yet, can’t find my legs again. I’m the only living thing in this roughly fourteen hundred square foot dwelling with rosin paper covered windows, so outsiders looking in would never know. Nobody is questioning just second guessing accepting you. I’d stay but these wet hands keep greetings at bay. Everyone is wondering how troubling it’s been needing you. I’d say but I’ll leave when you look away. I’m the only living thing. Lights on, lights out, at this rate I’ll never leave this house.
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