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Last time it was when the city was flooded and drowned in wine
When wine tasted like salt water, the Bay of Bengal
Fishes swam through wide eyes opened wider in wonder
Black brown of the skin melted into the late evening skies

Remember what they did inside the glass rooms, closed doors
Radioactivity: why was he thrown out of his clan for taking his
Eyes off the things that they said he should have had his eyes
Unwaveringly fixed upon and keep their tomorrows in his eyelids?

His pet deer was digested when he was sleeping and his teeth
Turned another paler shade of brown darker. He did not snore
And spoke words when he dreamed and offered cigarettes
To make friends. I’ll forgive him, for I liked him, doesn’t

Really matter if none really cares. I do, care in a way and
Care not the other.