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come home to my love. she is the moon and shines in the permanent night i carry in my head. this this this is why i crave the sun. she is also the sun.

like the blood and bone machines we are we download one another’s hours. even her bad hours shine like the sun.

what i spare her i give to the river dragged down down down into the cross currents, transubstantiated in the world below into something beautiful.

i tell you this: these cross currents convict and drag down what must be transformed.