The school is all bathrooms. Law enforcement is all jail.
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scribble scrabbles
The more you look, the more you see.
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murder, before I die
This cheery afternoon the crows are nowhere to be found, but I make the best of laced boots and prowl my old ‘hood.
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our trolls are no face
Didn’t hit the right notes, speak the right language. Convince of a future of further dismantling.
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snotnose art kids getting et by alligators
I weaved down Nicollet, in my old ‘hood…
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little dirty birdy feet
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nicollet’s jinn
Sinbad’s Cafe and Deli on Nicollet Ave has been closed for months, maybe years now.
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hope against hope against the tide
Thanks, moon, for low tide.
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aaaaaaaaand we’re back
were back weeks ago, but Life had other plans.
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to every thing
There is a season.
