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black rock and dead canarys |
two lightning bugs stuck together reflections push push under some thyme leaves two tiny brown owls cooo to each other on a limb branch perched, sitting, making these noises they are glad in the dark i'm going to mine coal down down dark dark and you won't even know me then i will be a test a study what will happen to the girl with a sore in her gut? a gaping wound in her chest? who plants herself in the earth with black rock and dead canary's struggling hammer and wedge is it tuesday, columbine? i'll kiss you if it's tuesday... but i do believe it's wednesday |