This is a poem written by me, Grant Clover, a beat poet on rare occasion. Without further ado:
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a scene with birds — a short story
The explanation was simple, her thoughts brought her outside. They were little nothings, bits of cotton, rolling into snowballs of increasingly hollow design — a faux psychology. Full of manys and nones. Lopsided smiles, last-minute errands.
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