happening in a small room, in the back of an empty building, at the center of Denver, leaving a sloppy recognition on my face standing in a room at night with my other self, a spatial moment of recollection and reflection astride in my walk leading me to a large city, forgetting a star dream of mothers who search longingly for their desperate sons tu…
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