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PREVIOUS TENANTS

Ledges

You hang on candlelight.


I get sleepy hearing 
your Vancouverique theories
of special relativity.


Forget the fake wood--- 
you are a pot of tea.

Over steeped, it's time to plant tulips.


Stop playing gone and 
tempt me with window ledges.


 

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