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backyard waiting for dog to poop and pee wondering if she’s slipped through a hole i missed when i can’t hear her wondering if the boys are tearing each other apart inside the house breathing deep the crystal air tinged with fire pit smoke and stars stationed stoic in their ancient port a billion year lie where time is not a matter
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