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my man was committed
to an asylum as a child
wild thing fungal
thought. . .
I, in – in the long ago time before time began to be
bound and tagged under humans’ watch – choate, went
in. . .
You could almost call them a squad—sometimes as many as seven, when they all pitched in.
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