So rows vanish
Points me wood
Does this circle
End what the
Fuck is going
On these are
Just some notes
Among the muggy
Cars and flag
Torn filters throw
The wreck off
Wherever we go
Statues mark this
Place tho nothing
Happens seasons reverse
On opposite days
I'm not sorry
For being a
Discourse connect the
Lines in gasoline
It is summer
In the snow
A public space
Seems to float
Through me there's
A street above
Those open leaves.
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