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lettersoncardboard: The leaves are stirring atop the concrete outside my basement door Dry brittle brown foliage carving circles of sound in the corridors Of my ears, my soul, my brain, my past. What will they say when they hear I’m insane at last?
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lettersoncardboard: The leaves are stirring atop the concrete outside my basement door Dry brittle brown foliage carving circles of sound in the corridors Of my ears, my soul, my brain, my past. What will they say when they hear I’m insane at last?
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