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I can hear the earth in orbit

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A man without hands came to my door to sell me a photograph of my house.

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'And I will boil the curtains to extract the dregs of springtime'

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Apparently nothing nothing nothing

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I remember I used to feel something

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I can't smell hot asphalt yet

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