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Joshua Powell & the Great Train Robbery
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Indiana
From the salvage yard, there are two black dogs who run through the post-harvest fields of winter wheat as stalks running on last legs
From the GM plant and the empty storefronts' lull all the finches, quick, are undressed inside their song of a sad place to love
Well the houses are matchsticks after everyone left but the soil is good and we're not dead yet
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Keep me in your hidden thoughts/where every road that ever crossed had council held with the snow/resting easy—this is home
This is home
With the husk of Delco heavy in the loom will there always be as many empty rooms or eyes?
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