The snoring ripped the roof
right off the holograph;
Rain softened it's profile,
prepared it for seeding
a real body.
First, it must be carved
in wood... haul the junkers
to the dump.
This is the dump, a
graveyard of iconic houses
and endless conversation
about money.
Listening for spirits and carving,
leaves but little time .
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