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Emptying Town
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I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens
fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman in a party hat, clinging to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows
creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, "Stop!"
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