long machine
You can take
it with you
how well
god held onto
being the oldest
thing
we remember.
Sound
loses only
its past.
Sometimes
there is nothing
sudden.
My mouth thinks a baby
has in my body
turned
to salt.
Don’t have kids
you can save.
You can take
it with you
how well
god held onto
being the oldest
thing
we remember.
Sound
loses only
its past.
Sometimes
there is nothing
sudden.
My mouth thinks a baby
has in my body
turned
to salt.
Don’t have kids
you can save.

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