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that room of stiff bodied people
and wild green outside
flick of lips
when she opened her mouth
and a squeak came out

the charged nature of everything here/now
back bent at screen
blue flowers grew up on either side with little saplings
bombastic voices surrounding park bench
her throat clearing

broad skies and clouds
skinny wisps of white
the building bricks like Marlboro Reds
smoked packs a day those years
something she was good at

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