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Now watch the tears flow out of their grip

images are much more targeted

and take full blame

shots rolled back in gun

ok and all sorts gather on a Saturday

and an old saved ghost

breathes humans out like candles

kissed churches kissed

cribs kissed ferries

dry anointed and anointed and anointed

fruit days all over

my soul and the seventh seal of harvest

falling sleeves over freezers

thin veils over the row of poles

zoo steps forward

and trips out of its tight suit

dry riddles walk over the pedestrian crossing

the sun and its sun peeks out again.