A chronological archive of poetry published in Cleaver’s quarterly literary issues from 2013 to present …

A sunflower at dusk in front of blue morning glory vines
SPEAKING OF SUNFLOWERS by Evan Anders the world is bare bones an orphan after rage relinquishes her arrow. magnolias ago, ...
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A forest in foggy light
my lover starts seeing by Lis Chi Siegel  after a.b. yehoshua’s “facing the forests” my lover starts seeing our house ...
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red liquid with bubbles, close up
THE PRICE OF HANDS by Brian Ellis You can try the gloves, but the gloves will work two hours tops ...
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THE ESPERANZA PROJECT: A Collaboration of Sound and Words
THE ESPERANZA PROJECT Music by Richard Casimir "Antumbra" (poem) by Herman Beavers In classical music, a fermata is a pause ...
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A hand holding a coin
FIELD NOTES FOR THE MAGICIAN: SLEIGHT OF HAND by Rosemary Kitchen I. Mother teaches me to read the ages of ...
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A pair of sneakers with a mysterious shadow, in the rain
EIDOLON by Nicole Greaves She said there are some things you will always be, like Italian, some skills interchangeable:  folding ...
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TWO POEMS by Jaewon Chang
Blindness It began with a stove, burnt mahogany dissipates in, wishing the ember hinted the future: mother running out of ...
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SOULS FALLING INTO HELL LIKE SNOWFLAKES by Roy Bentley
Am I the only one in the Cleveland Art Museum today looking for mercy? I’m looking at an artwork about ...
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THE WOMAN IN THE DREAM by Mirande Bissel
hands the swaddled child over. A dream is no place for a baby. She has seen revelers pour the baby ...
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WALKING THROUGH THE UNDERWORLD by Stella Hayes
out my window colored heads bound in swiftness. in their decision to bring about movement & motion. the snow is ...
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Blue gate with two locks
SIX STAGES OF GRIEF I. you are going to a Danish pastry down on Jung-gu road to sell your soul ...
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a white wall with shadows and sunlight
I have a mother who once said car, lake, who said, I couldn’t stand holding your sticky hands any longer, ...
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Windows with curtains, exterior view, night time
The fiery fist above slowly loses its hold / and the musky lungs of autumn grow dry. At last, fall ...
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keys, lighter, pocket watch, watch, pen on a desktop in dim light
He knew how it would be—should have.Forgetting the keys on the table, / doors locked, window’s open, returning / on ...
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abstract image of cracked phone screen in black, purple, and magenta
Today has dawned a nude beginning. The male truck idles at the curfew and the bruisepaper waits on the porch ...
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starry night above a large city
Shouldn’t it let me buy everything and pay with negative interest? All those swirling golden stars teeming, unbalanced in the ...
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birds flying overhead
IN SOME ALIEN PRAIRIE the birds don’t circle the ways they do here     collected in one large cloud      a ...
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Retro diner at sunset with neon lights
TWO POEMS by Jeremy Radin Ode to the Nectarine O secretive sunrise of an armadillo, won’t you please uncurl for ...
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image of a field at sunrise
He wakes back bent into a kind of platform for what is meant to be goodness ...
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black and white image of a girl on the beach
Chits came in stapled packets, five yellow slips to a page, that ripped like postage stamps, perforated. Three’d buy a ...
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Close up of a toad's face
she scans a glossy creak lowland like wood floors creased with alluvial fans playas and alkali flats before sandy gravely ...
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dark image of lilac flowers
LAST SUMMER AT SUMMERLAND by Dana Fang I When she trimmed the holly, when she trellised each lilac, her knuckles ...
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17th c tulip painting
In one town, an apricot held in the mouth of a rabbit like a swollen tongue. In another, a pear ...
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Houses in Aarhus, Denmark
DEAR CITY by Poul Lynggaard Damgaard I want to tell about the gap between houses and the way the windows ...
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green door, doorbell
When you don’t know what to expect you’re almost always expecting something, even if you’re mistaken, as when you expect ...
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blue water
I could be more perceptive. Beneath me, 750 ft., my wife is thinking. I fool no one. My sweater is ...
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white car, aerial view
The white car that lives in the white of the eye comes out of the sun behind the line of ...
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a hand holding a biscuit
An animal, let’s say my dog, has issues with the end of the world. She’s lined the back porch in ...
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BW image of two figures with shadows
As of lately you said you have been strangely strange—a bit besides yourself, which you noticed when you take walk ...
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yellow umbrella hovering over a lake
Green stripes only. No round, less square, don’t forget orange grapes. Stem-plant that table, soldier! Christ, where’s a pinstripe umbrella ...
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sunset colors
I caught you staring at that great Midwestern sunset sewn together with photons from the last six months in the ...
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BW photo of seven-year-old girl looking down in profile
Hunger was secret—hump on the back, the something else, the body insisting that it was present. Child head and child ...
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Close-up of a black ant on a leaf before a blue background
THE ANT LIEUTENANT TELLS ME OF HIS RETURN by David Callan Black soil collapsing onto rock. Beetles with shining blue ...
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silhouette of a man smoking
No kissing, though we both know that we want to. You show up at my house wearing the exact same ...
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Blurry out-of-focus snow
Forty millennia, and more, originating worlds, occasioning wines, wedges, plunder, and ( let’s guess, ) recovered and glassed, eyes around ...
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Image of strawberries from Luther Burbank
Wild blackberry bramble all along the edge. Himalaya? Or Cutleaf? Or Pacific? Thimbleberry? Let me try again, what net? We ...
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a grey pigeon against a black background
I've decided it's pigeons, not squirrels or worse, responsible for the ruckus— pigeons and some kind of metal fencing, chain ...
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A female human hand holding a chameleon lizard
Numbing    forgiveness-salve slathered on eyes     damned eyes, to sit across from this              man praised for handling his bossy woman   ...
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Dandelion puffball against black background
Leaning like a chiaroscuro, a man outside a bodega says, You only get one mother. I want my skin to ...
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a heavy gray chain against a black background
I. Every night, we listen to his favorite songs. The kind of music you want to hear when your country ...
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Close up of a dragonfly
Dip and paddle, bloom. A dragonfly barrels and darts. Hot afternoon balm rolls across the pond. The pending night wicks ...
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Two Cane Corso dogs sitting on a log
Morning with Cane Corsos Two black dogs are playing on a hill / in front of my grandmother’s church. Majestic ...
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rose flower in greytones
We saw two barefoot boys walking down the double yellow lines, both holding their crotches in a two-hand grip, playing ...
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Skyscraper covered in windows against a white sky
Fist above foothold, stay invisible; don't open your mouth and waste words on statues that may or may not love ...
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Black and white image of a broken eggshell
THE DAMAGE IS THE TRUTH by Roy White Ice on the stairs, brief flight, pain and an impossible angle. A ...
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THE ORDINARY IS WORTH INVESTIGATION by Catherine Chen
How the body performs a blockade: I’m not here. Everyone wants to prove they can fight a tank. The Japanese ...
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Two Poems by Will Stanier
The stage curtain of my dreams needs an alteration. Ka-Pow! Ambient billiard balls. “It’s always broccoli with you.” And it ...
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Man's arm upraised against a dark background
* You no longer bathe though a cold rain flows through one arm ...
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FRESCO by Joan Larkin
want to be that featureless dove tucked in the saint's armpit. I want to nest where his hand presses me ...
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CHAPTER ONE: METHODS OF THE INNOCENT by Phoebe Reeves
Temporal weariness bought many women their milk,on condition that they would promise onlya small thing, some silent iniquity. They shuttheir ...
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GAMELAN by Allison Hummel
Otto, Otto everywhere. That was how I felt for a while, biting into wax fruit, crafting crusades in miniature, many ...
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ZOË by Brigit Andersson
Born with multiple spinal malformations. Missing ribs on the left side—only flesh to guard the collapsed lung. One right lung ...
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INSTEAD by Glenn Ingersoll
Instead of violence Instead of the trees Instead of the brier Instead of regulation Instead of music Instead of jail ...
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Path with pastel letters on the sides
the future is not Las Vegas yet here we are dying and newly alive glittering thunder dome of sweat ...
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TWO POEMS by Barbara Daniels
Tall A woman grows taller and taller till she looms above her friends, brushes her head on door frames, grows ...
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LINES ON THE WAY TO A MARCH by Dan Kraines
My sight breaks up; orange rivulets drop down my eye; against my chest, a pain thwacks and clocks. I am ...
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TERMS AND CONDITIONS by Heather Holmes
TERMS AND CONDITIONS by Heather Holmes one month I am in philadelphia reading the Andrew Durbin book that describes this ...
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THE TOWER IN OUR CITY by Peter Leight
THE TOWER IN OUR CITY is always visible, no matter where we are, it doesn’t even matter what we’re looking ...
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CYANOTYPE by Michelle Matthees
No one bothered to tip me back into my own image. Now, I’ve got one eye seeing forever thru an ...
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WITH EACH PASSING DAY, THE MORE by D.R. Shipp
I realize I do not wish to fall to the bottom of a well. With no one to hear my ...
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THE GRAVE YOUR AMBITION DIGS FOR ITSELF by Gabriel Welsch
The ridiculous dissatisfaction with good fortune begins in shade, when every bit of luck pops up like a harlequin jammed ...
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PAX ROMANA by Christopher Blackman
For a time I felt harmonious and whole, if you know what I mean. Ringing bells alone could make a ...
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LIBERTY/LIBERTY by Leia Darwish
you can’t hold your man                  you can’t hit a jet going six hundred miles per hour with a .50 calibre ...
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STONEHENGE by Erik Fuhrer
The apocalypse goes to Stonehenge during the summer solstice and sings Joni Mitchell’s Blue while tripping on shrooms The apocalypse ...
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the juvenile connection by Kathleen Hellen
perched on spindles of the branching spring the wren with conspicuous brow, the buff sparrow with its white appetite, ravishing ...
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THREE POEMS by James Grinwis
This was his third story, the one after the one about dinosaurs turning to glue and the ship trapped in ...
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PLURISY by Joseph Harms
Light Years: plurisy, renewed nostalgia for each moment as it goes, the dream returning as it’s escaping. / His wife’s ...
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Vintage television on a small wooden table in front of a brown plaid wall, with the title of the piece in faded grey font
THE REST by Kimberly Grabowski Strayer I slept with a kitchen knife in my bedside table as a little girl, I ...
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CARTE BLANCHE by Maya Owen
Whilst I was human I walked around with glitter in my eye I wrote it down I believed in magic ...
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Person inside a wet shower stall with drops of water on the glass, drawing a heart in the condensation with their hand, with the title of the piece in the foreground
In the sour aurora borealis of our political reveries every bruise dives together in a drink of lead paint pouring ...
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REMEDY by Jen Rouse
Once there was a clementine when I couldn’t speak and a late afternoon on the steps in the sun when ...
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THREE POEMS by Darren C. Demaree
Those that whispered stay in the corners unadorned, protecting their corners, pissing in their corners, un- willing to dance or ...
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AUTOMATON AUBADE  by Cynthia Atkins
Once I was so lonely, I spent all night talking to an android, her pursed lips whispering thick as a ...
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VIDEO  ALTARPIECE (3) by Judson Evans
Twelve hours under the flood the putrid silt sacked every staging and support, the poplar plank with its larch cross-sections, ...
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QUESTIONS OF CURRENT ATMOSPHERE  by Caroline J. Davidson
Then it’s three years since—since displacement then it’s flesh on foil and planks spilling out oilcloth remnants—then we are formless, ...
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PERPETUAL WONDERMENT by Alexis Petri
Holy men pitched tents on my grandmother’s farm land. They trickled into 1975 fed by an ancient spring, while everyone ...
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GIANT POSSUM DRAWS CROWD IN NICETOWN by Khaleel Gheba
GIANT POSSUM DRAWS CROWD IN NICETOWN by Khaleel Gheba From the west, a swell arrives with pomp, its wet regalia ...
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THE FEMMINIELLO by Joy Belonger
His smile is a Spanish quarter, lopsides us down Campania street inclines, dodging grime bullets. Cerussite silk plunges down to ...
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NOVEMBER, THE REALIST by James McKee
Scrapped leaves, the orange the gold the crimson, scratch along, clump, stop. Crumble. Rot., Blow off where it all blows ...
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variation 32 by Doug Bolling
They did not believe us at the station. The voices weighing us as we stood naked in the south wind, ...
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where we come from by Patricia Hartland
where we come from by Patricia Hartland tiny springs meet the red red sand the sea we built our little ...
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PENIS ENVY by Susan Celia Greenfield
“Daddy, can I watch you make?” I was following my father down our long hallway to the bathroom, pulling the ...
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ANATOMY OF A MONARCA by Antonio Lopez
ANATOMY OF A MONARCA by Antonio Lopez Emerging from the quilted cocoon of the brown monarcas is an infant who ...
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CHORUS by Mary Lou Buschi
Bloody Mary was neither skull nor naked bone. .............Sister of blood and flesh they said your name 3 times, .............walked ...
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[A  BLOCKED  VALVE  FACILITATES  PRAYER.  A  BLOCKED  AIRWAY  INSPIRES  A] by Levi Andalou
A blocked valve facilitates prayer. A blocked airway inspires a sudden reinvestment in the communicative powers of miming. A blocked ...
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THOSE STRIKING SHADES I :: THE MAGICIAN. by Cait Weiss Orcutt
those various yellows, golden-rods, butter-fat, chrysanthemum wax-wings ..sprung from thin etchings of faith, is it just random— ....the rabbit/sleeve disguised: ...
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THE HIGH ROAD TO TIFFIN by Jake Montgomery
moves in gravelly time, so that the words I say here have been said before, and my car is covered ...
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THE SECOND MOTION by Elaine Cannell
In the first motion, I wrapped everything in newspaper, emptied glass stones from the bottoms of fishbowls, recycled the recyclables, ...
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TO EACH HER OWN by Natalie Kawam
The world, I never thought, was worth its wake In my image alone, kicking storms about itself Like me, a ...
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LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS by Jonathan Louis Duckworth
In the silver heart of everything there is a constant quivering. We think the sky is boneless only because it ...
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EXECUTION by Hussain Ahmed
There is a ceremonial volley over a grave I climb on the branch of an olive tree to peep at ...
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[IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE BANJO –THIS CHAIR] by Simon Perchik
It has nothing to do with the banjo –this chair aches for wheels that will rust, wobble the way riverbeds ...
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THE RELIC ROOM by William Wells
A Civil War cannonball dug from a field near Petersburg now props open the door. He shows me in. The ...
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THE DAY AFTER BRAHMA OPENED ONE EYE by Nicole Burney
We knew without speaking your left eye open just a crack caught between moans and a gasp. I toss in ...
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SUNSPOTS by Julia Leverone
The hair the doctors cut to clear from underneath the stitches, long and light, marbled my black shirt. As with ...
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PATCHES from Variable Cycles by Robert Lietz
What would a God expect, anticipate. And what, besides endurance or equation, what, besides sentence, metaphor, should God, wearing a ...
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TRAIN FOR GLORY by Roy Bentley
After the Washing of the Feet, an old woman gets up. She reaches into a basket. Takes out a couple ...
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THE CHILDREN by John Sibley Williams
THE CHILDREN by John Sibley Williams Back when play carried less grief, our darkness ruined only a half-acre or so ...
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MORALITY PLAY by Nandini Dhar
Propriety A weapon—an assemblage that knifes through this lattice of unspoken tales; this assurance that no one would force open ...
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SUDDENLY by Mary Crow
at park's edge a storm appeared returning from its tour of Vienna, and the car sped away in dust devils, ...
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