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the wrong idea Saw the tally marks of chosen beer water weak paper circle stains 4 dashes then a diagnol cross all mine on 8 now brought drink outside to see an old construction worker in blue coveralls writing on a memmo pad inspired as he leans down to read scratching his beard unable to massage his head due to hard hat newports sting my eyes drying my throat hir amrs folded and i realize its just a crossword puzzle searching for math up and down columns outside of physical reality 30 seconds and the death of a muse he looks at me i tag my beer and nod both turning ears to loud voices and open doorways |
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