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golgatha i

1.

the palm trees and streetlights are with me

the rhizome that sweeps up from the cracked

daydream of connection, when we lay inside a net

work falls away from our hands

open eared mouths nurse

we, sundew, uncoil into the sleep of each

other. listen.

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