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I was rusting, badly. Alone like this, I would gradually render myself useless. Great, just great. Where to begin? My receptionist friend? She seemed nice. I did like her. I did feel a bond between us. I could sleep with her if i tried. But then what? Where would I go from there? Nowhere, probably. Just another thing to lose. I don't
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Perhaps it is not wise to bring him here
and have my shameful fun by drawing him
into the tired easiest conceits;
rather, I place him in the window with
the dog, margins of shards enclosing them,
something to be idly wondered at when
the turns are taking long, or everyone’s
too drunk to challenge twas-a portrait
in a ruptured disposition.
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