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i wish my thumb was pushing up your glasses
& we were wading through inflated clouds
past the planes & the forgotten frisbees
& there’s no ladder that could get us down
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stick & poke of a dracula
ice cubes clinking up against the glass
buying aspirin at the rest stop
ten o’clock on the digital display
sparks flying on a weekend
there’s no ladder that could get us down at all
throwing rocks in the deep end
there’s no ladder that could get us down at all
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