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To Almost End
The day I broke
my glasses: I
sat of them, thinking
of Shelly, Byron, Keats:
the kids on the east side
of Detroit with no tomorrow:
I can't see without them.
my glasses: I
sat of them, thinking
of Shelly, Byron, Keats:
the kids on the east side
of Detroit with no tomorrow:
I can't see without them.
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