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A small salvation

 
 
 
 
prayers made of
dirt coming  
true
 
drinking juice w/some
gone guy spitting  
words at the
stars
 
night stumbles home
drunk followed by
mystery  
 
rain falling on our heads play cool
jazz inside our skulls as we
splash in puddles laughing  
like two awkward,
gorked, lost
children
 
shoes, socks soaked,
strands of wet hair  
in eyes, lips
orbit one
another
 
hands becoming anxious  
spiders crawling over
the strange webs
of our wet
bodies
 
-and after-
 
lying in bed, holding
the shadows of
each others  
lives
 
lying there together
 
the clocks turn  
away their
faces
 
the world
pauses
 
as we wait to wear the  
flesh of a new  
morning  
 
 
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