newly built soon-to-be ruins
plaster themselves faintly to the ground,
sliding into frost lines and
bedrock.
she thinks softly,
sleeping with the music,
rolling down the hill
into the city.
he looks,
with his collection of arms
and legs,
his rings laid out on the dashboard.
he drives,
the boy keeping time in his
pocket.
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