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conceived in a flat green place
surrounded by plastic and little blinking
lights like magic
and nothing real
it's easy to say things
that's where we'll end
in a circuit board
in a
surveillance camera
in your cupboard
under the glass with your pictures
not for me anyway
if I could have just
five more minutes
of that simplicity
of thinking everything is a map unraveling
and we're just two people
and it doesn't matter how
that sounds
I don't want any more
of this ineluctable espionage
meant to be is
a barrel of vomit
meant to be is a bow before the disputant
destiny gets bored
lets chance take over
some dice
get rolled
we all fall asleep
in the night they come
we were in a rabbit hole we started
running up the stairs
with all the stolen chattels
we'd promise each other it was the last time
and I'd wait and wait and you'd call me at
night
and it was over
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