And the plywood
Shoulders
Extrapolated from
The lungs of
The exhausted classrooms—
Lying like the letters of
Billboards above
The cars—
Illuminating the
Spots for
Werewolves—
The truck stops of
Lycanthropes
With 24 hr
Stores
Where anyone and
Their mother
Is allowed inside.
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