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ADAM DEUTSCH CONTROLS You tell those wearing grey on gray they’re dressed like some cold war not the kind that learns love from dread that ices childhood recess fields, but some other type, too young to understand a world uncolored, its television snow low def. Once upon a time no body saw the tone. Now everyone mashes fingers into the remote, their own level of contrast, how bright seen light, how darkening every banana bunch baked to shared breads. |