front row seat at the bullfight tonight
rhinestones shine like rhinestones
crowds roar
i found him asleep on my floor
turning blue. i turned up the heat,
he'll be fine in the morning
the lake down the street dried up.
the fish gasped for awhile
then died
i ran for office here.
i was defeated in a landslide--
i wasn't qualified
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The best I could do to deal with the immediacy of Q's death, a sidelong attempt.
and this.
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