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I was born the son of an Egyptian
shit collector. I don't remember the details.
Maybe in dreams: hands push
boar bristle brushes that sweep the trash
into the central gutters of the road.
I took on his trade
after he was crushed
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from Forever the Last Time
Wolsak & Wynn
2004
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