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19. Toot

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The horns of Jericho, my glasses shattered.

The curtains sideways, the windows battered.

Dogs are barking, sirens blare.

Birds start falling, I lost my hair.

She looks at me; a smirk; no care: "A toot; escaped, my derriere."

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