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7.273
2.x.26
in
the aftertime
you’ll
tune for someone’s last signal
play
the old discs where still indoors
and toxic out
as
if it were all that was held in the air
all that the air could hold
return
to our dust, thumb pages
yes,
there’s what’s to it?
and it glows
will
it be a matter of waiting
after
the terrors and still
a
world of unburied bones
we
all did this
who
said no?
walk
in
who’s
to know where we’ve gone?
word
still keeps under a stone
and
sometimes there’s nothing there
no one
twig
in boot, go on
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