Return to Letting the Cables Sleep (poetry)

[Big], [beady] chair, cigar [drag]ging its [feet]
S[crawl]ed out, [American Baby|she said...]no [way you're going] first
So this is what it would've felt like
"[Operator] - 2939 Claibourne,
[Too late, but] you should probably show up [Razor|anyway]" - *button*
He couldn't smell the blood [anymore],
[He could still hear] the shower

Ponderous.

, [Selling Pictures|So I sit,
And smoke,]

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