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Great Granite City
We don't exactly have God. We just sit and try to stay awake.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Sub Rosa
You were right: I can carry
these affairs. I’ll walk off
the memory and keep
the pain in my knees.
That scar’s a badge.
I was never sentenced.
I was never released.
You said: The conspirators
haven’t won. Neither have I.
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