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  • I walk through the woods, almost every other Sunday.

    It's the best way I know to prepare for Monday

    I think about my children

    who are at home with their father some 70 miles away.

    I think about a marriage,

    the one I wanted gone, almost a year ago to this very day.

    It's a foolish foolish thing to live from any place

    other than the soul.

    It's incredibly hard to negotiate or barter with those who don't.

    I walk through the woods with nothing.

    I'm looking for deer hunters

    and other cowards who walk with guns.

    I push my legs as far as they will go

    I run

    until it burns

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