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the cost
02:25
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Am I okay?
IDK but I might be fine
and vengeance took with it a dirty noun
the kids are out to lunch
you and me and all we know
to show her everything we can
breathe in
strung out
on love
on waiting to fall in the mud
the sign said “this is not an exit”
but isn’t it nice that you wanted to try?
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the bleak
05:20
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I’m not taking out the trash
I AM THE TRASH
we never did
but it’s gonna take as long as we want
plank on the highway
stopped at the curb to piss and fight the wind
Charleston in the name-your-state-down-south
spit and drip, the radar blip
symptoms include watersheds
lip split and your name was stuck in the blood
the Map says “fanny packs are in this year”
A junior you disagrees
we cut our heads off at the door
making circles on the map
forgot my extra keys, turn back
i am not supposed to be here
i am supposed to be here
the Bleak is supposed to be here
as long as I don’t make a mess
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the scout
03:32
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the-do-what-I-want called me Scout
in the liner notes of a gifted book
before the billower left unworthy
do you love me still?
and just as before?
unearthly out the window
unhealthy i don’t think so
unloving not from here
unlov-ed like the movie?
course correcting from the rearview
leave a penny for the port wine
lips and teeth
stained underneath
smile as we catch our breath
now you’re just trying to make a mess
nihilistic intent and
scategories on the walls
of a truck stop bathroom stall
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the foundry
03:55
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taking pages and pages of notes
not organized no not like that
a vision board for your future state
the foundry left us hungry for the fall
2 white pills the size of knapsacks
ransacked the real joy we queerly count
stuck cemented in the thin line of a violin
sunspots double exposed our dismay in love
try not to make a mess of me
rest stop bathroom fantasy
as long as the door shuts
the other vagabond in the substation
a year was a month
the days no longer than a minute or two
because we shouldn’t
Hammond and the ghosts that were
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the aftermath
04:50
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dancing in the hotel room
like no suicide, this time
22 or 23
move in with the Aftermath
found a horseshoe in a drainage swamp
what luck
radical truth is a harbor for a broken heart
as long as we don’t form hearts with our foreheads, oh
born in navy colored fleeting lights
light leaks and the picture ripped
glue it back like we glued the past
what does and doesn’t matter is
it’s not what started to hurt
but it probably didn’t help
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the rest
04:33
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The blowfish and the little one
Not the ghost this time
Our little one
In the gas station choosing snacks
Before it's back on the road
Pause
Skate the block
Forget our names again
A bathroom break
East coast
Pittsburgh to west LA
Believe it
Or don't
But remember the words
You're not where you came from
You're a space in the dark
Hard placed
Leave a mark
Hit your face on the bars in the park
Downdraft
Mental lapse
Heard the snap
Fingers or a twig?
Camp site
Loud nights
Rental van as we break down
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the bite
03:41
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make it back for the weekend
melt the lingers that we frequent
hit my ass with the sequins
a leotard my hips keep going
dark around the eyes
sometimes it’s on purpose
let me rip your tights
i maybe won’t bite
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the cracks
04:25
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left of the cracks
teetered on the third track
how’d you know they turned it off?
it doesn’t matter please don’t kill yourself
does your love song sound depressed?
symptoms include “something I wrote”
i swear i didn’t mean to do that
i really don’t i really don’t i really
Her smile is glowing under the lights
something i think i had never saw
the whiner tears staining cheeks
so proud of her mom
and never heard something as beautiful
still let you bring your kid to the bar
still let you fuck up your life so far
still let you beg for scraps online
still let you make yourself stop crying
continental coffee on your to-do list
the one in the room and the one downstairs
watch them all make their own pancakes
take an extra orange juice before they run out
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the billboards
03:25
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jesus i’m drunk maybe you should be our ride
i still know the way even passed out behind you
the storm in conflict
the weaning off the notes
rye spice and night life
2 dollar toes fresh off the boat
perhaps we misheard
or caught up in the rush
a stalemate cornucopia
a bone bridge too on the nose
delicate the parapet
battling the lows
“throw more rugs on it!”
take off the headphones
you're losing balance in the throes
and god was just something we saw on the billboards
laughed as we went always knew what state it was
jesus i’m drunk maybe you should be our ride
i still know the way even passed out behind you
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as long as I don’t make a mess
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