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yes, my country been hacked out of oak, coal
cold, and this is my body too, changes in
topography in miles I always could go somewhere
else, but I’d still be me; quotient = why they
make whiskey so strong// and there are headlights
coming along over the hill, and outside
NYC some squawks have stayed for winter,
their bodies frozen to the top of the shallow
waters, and traffic careens under underpasses
that corkscrew, and to be headed home is
175 miles of staying awake, tho the
sky and road aren’t even colored