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‘I’m sorry, I’ve got to go to work’

Branches anchor the sky and roots grip the toes of a bench. A figure is stuck to the seat with alcohol but he raises his can like a chalice. His eyes are like a blackbird of twenty summers ago and … Continue reading

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