don’t ask me to explain.
the ones I trust wouldn’t anyway.
so don’t ask me to explain.
into desert twilight, lost in hollows.
the things we made scratch and skip.
reasons carried no longer fit.
guts we made taut saved by surgery.
our shadows meet in Holocene.
our shadows meet in Holocene.
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