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Untitled: Opus Minimus No 21

now it feels real we pick photographs and arrange them in large frames for the wall of his new room and we pick through the clothes he has so he has the most suitable clothes for his new life which is going to be so close and so much safer than he’s been for a long time but each of us disappears to the toilet for a bit longer than we need we need to be strong for each other because as we fill the suitcase and pack the bag and get ready to carry the other thing under my arm it slowly and surely harshly hits home


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