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27|01: Cubed

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Knees touch the ground, my crown touches the roof, arms tucked to exposed ribs, my hands brace the walls, and my back is bolted to three brass pipes: water – sustenancedrainage, attached to the wall behind. At every hour the walls hum, rise with heat, and then slowly cool.

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