the long glare of the barren moor shakes the body into sleep
\nlike an old book
\nstill reading itself after you’re done<\/p>\n
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leer churlish over your meal
\nout the window, children are singing
\nthe red sky is blood
\nand everything you had has been taken from you
\nyou’ve never felt more alive<\/p>\n
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heigh and heiratic my babe is crying
\nmixing the music with the foam of her sea
\nall music and theater caresses her cheek
\non her glum spin out over the dark<\/p>\n
we watch her too
\nlooking for notes<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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