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"There's not enough for next week."
Under the crusts of my nails swells
Cloud of you and yours, dear, it is
And it isn't how we first thought
When we toasted to love and life
On the boarding platform in July
Little tracks clamped over limbs
Restrict my twirling and my whirling
I pomegranate propositional projectiles
Ceasefire over your mountainous
This mountain belongs to Them not us
We've been planning to hike it but
Procrastinations craft citrus-fragrant
Continuities to sniff between rusty
Partitions that we positioned for tomorrow
Yesterday. I went to the refrigerator
I tried to measure how much juice
We drank last week. I can't seem to
Number these distances, please help.
These are the visions that are anding me.
But and but, but and but, but,
I want to hike the mountain alone
And I can't get out of my bed.