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A m y M i l l e r
T h e C o l l a g e K i d s
drive up the price of magazines
and gum spirits. Crackle,
crackle all night and mutter
headlines behind that paper
wall. Unnatural bodies
and heads pressed together, shellac
defiling hair, pasted, planted
upside down, cropped close,
the little restless birds
of their scissors chirping.
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