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by Noemi Martinez
he was right, the shadows in the wall look like a tree. we all want guns.
we were born under the sign/”tomorrow you may hear”/time notes.
that is a story. you are just a vomit of symptoms. you really are not
that. “your spirits will rise
when you think
of balloons…” you
when i left the room
wrong
you can’t define yourself. let me help you. insert here.
this is what you mean.
“cheer up! things are never
as bad as they seem
if you dream your
favorite kind of dream”
that ain’t right, you are
just a metal flower
this companion is relentless,
“it helps to remember brooks
that trickle” you should
have known.
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