Somebody came to my house today in order to destroy.
She kept saying things about my love, she read a letter aloud he once wrote her. I said, she should leave. Then she said it was her house.
I put a piece of mahogany in the vice and turned on the sander. In front of me I had a shape. It hadn't appeared yet, it was still a rectangle. Then an oval. It can make hell of a noise, my sander. When I hit the wood in a certain angle, it gets really bad. I believe it was the right thing to do. Later she leaned against the wire fence and her breasts were pressed through three rhombuses of the wire. It looked awkward. That's the last thing I saw of her before she disappeared.
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