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we are made of all kinds of naked ways like bricks and garbage and beards we could fall apart but we have nowhere to fall to really like sticks and candy and clothes and bus stops and buses and light and nipples music and toast and doorknobs like origami tangerines leprechauns crows umbrellas and lies lucky is the sound of the moon rolling over the edge of the world.

--Anthony Lucero

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