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Looking out across suburban yards to the construct of our days through the thinning of the trees. Why can I only build a house of cards? That gets blown to pieces with the fall's first fickle breeze. When I feel that stirring, the illicit kiss. That's just the cool tongue of the devil with a sucker in his midst.
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