- it's true death doesn't fully kick in
- for a year
- but this wasn't what i was talking about
- on purpose
- i dragged my bed out to the sand
- as if you can really choose who you come from
- the way they sound
- except
- there were never any books
- and the old ones who fed us we never saw again
- only in dreams
- do you want me to take you shopping mom
- no i want to shoot pool
- but this isn't what i was talking about
- the sky opens the diameter of a mail slot
- and the sun
- orange of a child's wheel behind the sea
- hesitated
- once it almost got midway up
- for a year
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