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Mister Brightside brown jack-rabbits,
green grass
grey headstones

the incongruous freeway interchanges overhead

in the deepest parts, the trees negate almost all of the traffic sounds even with the constant murmur of two connecting freeways

somewhere, amongst the pieces of my old existence, from years and years ago, there is a charcoal headstone rubbing of an interesting stone

(a dreaded sunny day)
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