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Aaron Coleman
[American Dream] see
two black people [what] in an alley naked / [am i] having sex frantic in a cop car / with the cop lights chaotic [silent?] circling
Too Far North
in the copse: the sanctuary's firework breaks, burns, / abandoned, up through the ends of stars. I name each / forest Today and Why and Year and Gone. Blamed
These Miles
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