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The test is mud
here only to lament soft sighs
oh horror oh terror oh
how well I’ve taught you how
each hour slides out of control
contrails contour my spine
each vertebrae a stepping stone
highlighting a path well known
take a step away from it all
bowling rinks and ice cream stalls
it’s fine to spend the last
of your wakeful fears on this
release those long sore eyes

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