8:12
two mummified bodies lie beside me.
I unzip and enter the fresh.
The taste of dark still in my breath.
Brown leather and those trends.
is this what its like to be it?
playing tag with the position of the moon.
Having control, rattling the peace of my mind.
Rocks slipping
I get down to the bottom
and there is nothing but a dried up pit
and a few scrub brushed gathered round to tell secrets.
The sun lathers up the earth.
Shadows crossing my steps
it won't last.
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