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For Rent: One Bedroom House

Sheets stripped to bone-bare bed,

your closet, empty as a mineshaft, 

I trace the invisible circumference of your leaving,

as the basement, dream-dead quiet,

burrows deeper into the abandoned grave

of its earth.


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