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Washing our hands
Down an old, rusted drain…

Your postbox is filled
With letters you don’t plan to read…

A great hall of pillars
All places to hide…

To go up in smoke
Or be buried below…

A wall of water
Dividing the pair…

The gravity of an empty stomach
Can only be matched by a newborn black hole…

We sleep in the rain
Wash away waking stains…

A spell that’s weaved
Through stuttered words…

A welcome reprieve
After miles in the snow…

Deformed little man
Crafted from clay…