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Perhaps the wind will move the flap
of the GRAND OPENING sign above
the florist/deli next door that makes
sandwiches named after all the presidents,
and tomorrow the woman with
the artificial heart will find her
perfect housewarming plant for her
new small guest. I want to be here
when that happens, I want to cherish
my own ninety-nine cent heart.
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