country 3 Blue from making thin air, we could almost see the snowball in your mother's stomach
country 2 No one prayed here nor left here to pray. Hurry, math. The small gods they lower the footprint
2019. some kindness, there.
goodbyes for exodus
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there is a girl on our street who for a dime will eat any insect
that doesn’t die on its way to her mouth. her dad watches and talks to us about god and how lonely it must’ve been to not know for so long which language to learn. if there is food in my house, it’s gone. hunger is proof that I’ve struck only those people
who’ve entered my dream oblivious that they’ve come back for more. the girl tells me that if I don’t close my eyes
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country 1 Death is the only absence that absence honors. Not seeing creatures up close is home
Until recently, touch believed in my eyesight's past life. Time needs loss and loss the jailer's missing nudes. A stone starts over.
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language ruins language - magic or poverty - sleep is the bruise my blood won't eat
magic or poverty a cicada from a paper cup - in each drive-thru a delicate absence - eat I guess like you'll go missing
