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type glove
written on the limbs
the air is rich
and the sun is fading
when I see a face like you
What are we coming to?
Your love is a noose around my neck.
I feel like I’m touching the earth.
my hours are married to shadows
the colossus and the chiaroscuro
back alley muse
blow into the paper bag
the girl that shopped too much
the birds that talk
and the trees all start to take face
been gone too long
they’ll try to keep up apart
Broken Home of Convention 