dreams under oligarchy
He is a circus barker
he is calling me out
I say I want to hide why
do I have to come out of
my self
she is in a playground
her children in her arms
she has left her
quartet instruments to the side I am worried that they are
expensive
and will get broken
or stolen.
a violin among them
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