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Fuck the fucking fuck

Ya fucking know it, don’t ya?

Just fucking fuck it

165

Let’s frost the windshields

And go parking in the lot

Until it all melts

Drifting floatlessly

As a grounded cloud might do

One day at a time

Enamel pillars
Separated by a gap
A smile all the same

Her name was Willow
She was beautiful to me
Now, they call her Stump

This chest’s been empty

A cage only for frigid air

Then you messaged me

The morning sun sets

Behind a midday noon

And I’m a hunger

For what I left behind

That sharp, quick intake

A sucking hush of gasped air

Just before the words

Unbroken routine

An endless solid steel chain

To rattle against

To walk, swim, or fly

Inertia and momentum

Carry it all on

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