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As the hemispheric belt tightens
an inner sickness is tired
of being hurried, sticks
to rooms full of untouchable people
as the dry core melts
our vertebrae climb the air
few layers are left behind, fluttering
coat-hung over the one river
the many rivers, the few we care for
we walked out on life
and forgot to shut the windows
forgot our currents
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