When our husky took off running
teeth open mouth tundra
Whiskey in the shot glass
dumped into his beer glass
Slightly suicidal but oh with such
flourish thirsty anchor again
The murderers act surprised
by new blood over old streets
New streets are made old
faces old moons bone white
The masque drapes data
drowns out weeping simmer down
Words are circus artists travelling
acrobatics forgotten until I until my
Love glows from a body from behind clouds
clouds we can't see experience this
What you left is not leaving any time soon
once a tiny baby grew up a wide grin
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