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He sucks in wheat fields and spits out dust bowls.
I woke up wet-skinned.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Windchill
The cold breath of the wall at my back,
and you're the only one I ever wanted as a doorstop,
hiding the chinks in my coat.
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