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Corium Magazine


… The last time, he filled your arms, plants in a cardboard box, car keys, pictures of his old dead dog.


Sketched box upon box for you, just as he’d stacked them, and what was in each one when he’d left it in the alley for the taking.


Fed you tomatoes, sliced from his garden, yanked the roots up, grinning.

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