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Cowboy’s boots but no cowboy. A baby for breakfast. I don’t know why and why should I have to. I’m alive in a similar bathtub. I’m mouthing all the words. My father is so proud and he tells me so. My despair smells like buttered popcorn. I follow a map which is my finger pointing back. I grow up and ghastly. Birds caught in a concrete wall.



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