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the snow is high and white and clean tyrannical in ways driven through pushed over the side where buffalo skulls smash sky cut from blue cloth and this damn sun crawling with eyes you left on my back to watch me fell years like trees that divide the wind out here where there is nothing but the echo of days and days and time and lies you spit to push me out where i wouldn’t go alone passed towns with stupid names held up by shadows and trains breaking wasted lanes of traffic and endless scenery that lovers get behind to fuck their youth away but we don’t fuck anyway anymore when the stars come out instead we bury ourselves in coats to play hungry coyotes that kill dogs who go too far passed the light.
Posted 01/11/15
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