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I spit on the concrete - huh?

I was a

little older

— huh?

I was a ——— huh?

I was a little younger.

My ear against the earth.

I sleep between - what?

And I’m - what?

I’m sleeping between the

portraits you made.

And here’s where the bells come in.

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——-

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—-

Huh? ———

I could sleep. ——

—-

I still wonder about

how it would be

if he was my kid.