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Wednesday, 31 July 2013
LONELY CONVERSATION REHEARSAL
stretched on the sheets before dawn with the milk float drone intro to the songbirds or curled under the quilt way after dusk with cab doors slamming after drunks stumbling my mind runs thru inevitable conversations playing all roles keeping outcomes limited and realistic like sick-time work meetings and three-pronged drs appointments and that thing to bring up about that thing thats best to do in the car getting that ride to that place, wednesday and work-chat weekend anecdotes and when its out of me and happening in the limelight of grease paint time it seems to me like no one else bothered rehearsing at all
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