COYOTE BLOOD
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Dream Episodes
I had a dream of writing poetry on palettes.
and you were pregnant with your second kid.
from him.
there was a Mazda that crashed.
Jerry was in it.
the shirt I was wearing had blood on it.
then all of a sudden.
Madison Square Park and the Flatiron Building.
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