the far ambulance of your drinking
The shape you left open so you could vomit on your walk with god.
Our uncle's blood that went back in time to skip us.
Horse twilight. Bombed omens.
I took a toy car from the fire and put it on my wrist.
The far ambulance
of your drinking...
Name in Ohio
no one. Arson's
doxed
angel.
kingsoftrain 
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