"trap sheet
a night of window gnashing
in the next town tinkles
nebulously betimes
those whores had it coming
& surely our share of treasure
we'll hail shortly
eked from the empty windows
"Many hunger-worn outcasts close their eyes in our bare streets, at such times, who, let their crimes have been what they may, can hardly open them in a more bitter world." --Oliver Twist
Being and Nothingness was large enough to substitute for copper weights.
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