"the witches"
don't catch fire, can you
make pictures
with your fingers?
there's no gravity and,
we can't hold our stomachs
sometimes the trees smell like skin
and fires burn.
they said, "carpenters tell stories"
but we nail them down.
it's too late and we've been
fucked from front to back
skies above are closed,
i forget names when we shake hands
i'm leaving everything behind
just like the wind.
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