yesterday I met god. he had the most freckles ever. he was standing on queen-young corner asking for change. as for the day it fractured scattered in reflections of many puddles. traffic splattered some of the sky into the sun wind. in midday cacophony greater silence concealed. I thought that I might had seen him before, hiding under the blankets
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