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the lines between the pavement

and the street are green

and purple.  you pick a flower from it

and give it to the matriarch who lives

on the eighth floor.  she is drumming

when she opens the door and she

asks you who you are.  you tell her that

you’ve been wanting to make her

smile for sometime.  she smiles and says

that it’s a nice sentiment, but her teeth

are missing and it’s disgusting.

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