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share the night on the tracks
as the baby bats fly through the porcelain cracks
through the sycamore leaves
the sycamore trees
the haunted faces in the street
now I kiss your sides
I touch your skin
you breathe me all the way back in
till my hands are wrecked
and my shirtsleeves creased
you flower through my lips and teeth
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