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JULY
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ENTRY 1: July 2. 2025
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she lay beneath me and moved her legs to the side to be more comfortable, she put her knees together and I could see the colorful pictures all down her legs,
she looks into me with her eyes closed and goes somewhere I don't know,
she told me some of her visions, a race track with cars that did not qualify, you can't go there she says, and means nowhere.
I bought seven marbles that looked like planets, but I only remember the ones mades of blue glass, my chest is splayed out and spread wide, an unashamed
chest, like my mothers, it ripples like hands below the skin,
in the späti, a woman moves through the people on the floor with their eyes mostly closed, she swings her hands and arms where she wants, a large blue clock
on the bench near her, above our heads is a tilted window showing the edge of a building, grey haze in the sky,
I wait for July, for August, a balloon caught in a tree reflects the sun,
a section of a train is led through a tunnel, a man is working in the middle of the track, they move the train out of sight, but leave the red light on.
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