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By Travis Catsull “He remembers the box, made of oak, With the lock, very secret and odd, And spreads through a floor the stroke Of his feet in the iron bond.” -Anna Akhmatova it got cold as i waited for the cab swaying towards the computer since my feet are pot roasts sliding across a [...]

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