river/found-typewriter-poem.river


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title
look
id
found-typewriter-poem
subtitle
a
found
typewriter
poem
genre
verse
epigraph
content
is
he
older
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older
than
i
asked
her
and
i
never
got
an
answer
because
at
the
moment
she
disappeared
in
a
puff
of
smoke
i
like
to
think
nothing
ever
happened
to
her
save
that
she
went
over
to
the
spirit
realm
i
usually
know
better
though
project
title
autocento
of
the
breakfast
table
class
autocento
look
i
say
look
here
at
this
old
place
where
nothing
changes
old-place
look
at
the
people
who
pass
by
look
at
the
trees
the
flowers
full
of
wanting
look
how
full
they
are
with
color
look
how
they
mock
us
empty
people
who
must
fill
themselves
with
changes
emptiness
there
is
nothing
to
be
but
happy
there
is
no
sadness
to
fall
down
like
cherry
petals
the
trees
don't
under
stand
trees
they
are
too
tall
to
see
the
germ
of
discontent
in
us
old-place
planks
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how
full
they
are
squirrel
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there
is
nothing
elegeyforanalternateself
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there
is
no
no-nothing
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trees
plant
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