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mornings have bulk and that saves them
from immediate death—
but they lose weight,
become afternoons arrested at silences
too listened for and too listening
taking all to bed at last
anemia’d
call them evenings
seventy-five rpm down to thirty-three
that there isn’t
going to be anything else
seems for sure, is the night,
seems forever’d
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10-12 / Sec. 4 & 5 / CEGEP 1
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