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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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