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Apocalypse Drive
Hell is hugging the guardrail as you traverse the highway
Feet bare to glass and rust and stone upon stone
Limbs driven by the atrophy of snapping tendon
Loves
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Field Across From The Pond and Its Inhabitant
midafternoon moon
deer skeleton
rummaging the burned dark remains of an apple tree
fruit thrown 10 feet away
one single alone deer
can't hear my sneeze
i wish i could walk with you
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Everywhere
There's a climate rally
okay let's go
to that
I'll make a sign
But now we're making the signwith the markers
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