For three minutes I was the last human being on Earth. I saw the second to last person get rooted in place mid-sprint. The momentum made his shins crack and poke through his skin and his socks. Then he folded like laundry.
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A faint slint of ash over the boundary and suddenly every last coyote come knocking. You bet you can taste their stink through the pine. And they your itchy finger.
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for the with and hide the when, this is a floating point, a moving vision, a catastrophic reminiscence
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Pale moth suspended in lucidity
The whole night exhales at me and I suck
At the part-dream, the part-cellular trace
The night flowers are murmuring, deep-voiced
A bulging throat in every stamen
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Itβs harder than it looks, especially the morning after, falling for the old dragon
playing russian roulette with those brown bedroom eyes. Teach me how to cry
like a woman cause I’ve only ever been such a good boy
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