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The Tongue Has No Bones
Everything is paranoid as
each neighboring tree looks
different from the side, that
different angle that makes your
ribs hitch, a different
view through your same car door
mirrors.
The ratted branches that staunch
your breath when they claw your passenger-
side window, and the naivete of your
cautious eyes, and still heart when
no tree is to be seen or found.
each neighboring tree looks
different from the side, that
different angle that makes your
ribs hitch, a different
view through your same car door
mirrors.
The ratted branches that staunch
your breath when they claw your passenger-
side window, and the naivete of your
cautious eyes, and still heart when
no tree is to be seen or found.
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