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Howie Good<\/h1>\n

Skull City<\/span><\/h2>\n

The emptiness is real,
\nthe starting point,
\nhow it all feels,
\nthe mother of all things,
\na mule, the amoeba,
\nan expanse of trees
\nin the distance,
\nwhat the shade is like
\nunder there,
\nonly a few colors,
\nthe only thing left,
\na piece of music so familiar
\nI could play it
\nover again in my head.<\/p>\n

Howie Good<\/strong><\/span> is on the pavement, thinking about the government.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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