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The house that you’ve been saving for

is melted by this time

in the afternoon, but you’ve saved for hours

and you’ve slid the money over the

table to the seller.  he is going to consult with

his brothers, but

won’t make any sales today.  you beg him to, your

arms twisted around your stomach.  the home crumbles

more by the time that he touches the money

and tastes how it smells.  in the morning, you

will be able to rebuild the walls, you hope, you hope,

you hope some more.

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