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Third Day

The spoon skimming, slicing into the vegetable redness.
Federation of solitude. Many columns of flame.

Story about lover in the army and being alone
while we drove to buy groceries.
Arrangement. Miscarriage.

Co-ordinate course. Having perfect
vision of the other world.
No world. I showed up too late

for the job. I lost his phone, he was angry.
Woke to C washing her face.

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