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i’m thinking I might set
you
in concrete
(to keep you forever)
i’ve been secretly gathering dandruff
to stir with the sand
and i've swept all your haircuts
to mix with the
nails
toenails
and fingernails
and some old nails from under the house
i’ve chopped up your face masks
to capture your breath
it's there in a box
wrapped in the jocks
that I found in the bin
all tied up with string
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