Where was the turnaround, the roundabout, the change then
in the mysterious month all pointed
small villages thawed it looks sweaty
even from here it looks populated and I didn't
take things too far then but now I crave to
that was before my training of knowing
just when to back out of my deal
dead as dust
yet so alive
near the shop
the Lolos the Los
Dolores of the woe.
Frozen fruit.
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