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From start to now. Crumbling plaster, dripping water. Swearing man, broken flange. Home computing, home arrest. Chest cold rising, spirit sinking. Snow falling, BSS blaring. Always reading, reading, reading. Reading Sentence, reading sentences. Words still coming, in fever dreams, at all times. Words with warmth to wander in, words to plaster together, to hold back water. Words like lungs, barren yet soaked with life.

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