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you can see your mustach...

IMPOSSIBLE
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10/11
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SUMMIT
after i cut...

9/27
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you're right, tom--even the...

ON THE ISLAND

This guy drinks a lot and rides his legs
like the chop and splash of a boat.
Days, he runs the island ferry.
Knee-deep in snow late at night,
he sways to the drunken tide in his gut,
stumbles every time he steps.
Stopped still, he looks out over the ice and water.
He makes a strange human waver there
in the dead perfect snow,
tipping the bottle high, pointing the brandy
in a straight line to the moon.