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another us breaks before us
somewhere along this road
our stillborn wakes from his
sleep wind-torn and clinging
to the hitch-hiking doubles
abandoned by the roadside
rain at last the flash unsexed
how heavy the soft shoulder
littered with estrangement
and spike strips like fangs
we dredge what’s left
a spike in every tooth
a tooth in every spike
we wolf it back down
to where we once were
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