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sky screams, draws the veins from under my skin
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the greens of trees / deepen as we cross / Carolina / shading the sins of the south / from the sun's eye, / or maybe God's / or maybe your
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I tried to explain the pictures, / tried and he asked me to explain / which pictures I took of him / standing alone in empty fields, / stra
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I linger on the sharpness / of fingers scraping my lungs / coax them deeper / every drag / / / it's like that, / wanting you / /
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I bore the dead weight of a sun on my hip
that I might delay the metamorphosis -
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she'll call me from the bathroom
drunk and dizzy -
the sea churns
wide and thick -
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i might have lied a little
(i'm not really a star) -
years later, you still don't know what happened
silly, because the story is entirely about -
i get lost
so easily -
if our shadows stretch
might their fingers touch?
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