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“If you let me, I’ll tell you a story. Of a girl who steals words like jewels. She steals them for a fist fighter, with feathers for hair. For a charcoal faced boy who sprints for a kiss. For a silver accordian player who rolls cigarettes like prayers. She keeps them in the library for memory. With her brother’s cough and her mother’s hair. With tall silhouettes, a stand over man with the Fuhrer. If you let me, I’ll tell you of stolen fruit and nightmares. This is The Grave Digger’s Handbook, The Shoulder Shrug, chalked words on a basement wall. This is a song in the dark. If you let me, I shall begin.” (x)

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