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these days I find blood in strange places

claws gouging the earth

we count the days by the stars that pass;  we forget what we can

renegades, cannibals, murderers

you are always falling into rivers

inside     then sinking                    no, sunk

you used to speak in polygons

but deadlier, darker

if you were dead right now, my life would be much better

what I want is a nostalgia like acid burning holes in me

you’ll see how stubborn I can be. You’ll see mania.

we will both be eaten by the same god

and the slimmest moon will not spit its shadow