Eszty Arod Poems

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1.
Formaldehyde

I am not here
when I walk in the streets.
As I drive past the cornfields,
I am not here. It's
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2.
Where The Wild Grass Grows

They're building 'em up
skeletons of brand new palaces,
glass is shining everywhere
so neat are the lines
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