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PRESENTING MUSINGS FROM THE COLLECTIVE

refrain
by M. R. Nowan
out at 16—
she let me sleep in a closet
so long as I came
with her
and
her son
to AA meetings
down the street.
that saying will carry me through death—
"who you see here, what you hear
here, when you leave here— let it stay
here."
—here here.

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