] Final draft [
Look at the eyes looking at linoleum.
We won't bury anyone without glass tongues.
See the night of our countries.
Instinctively fall in owls, to fail.
Eyes shadow, green lights, and
Fruits are bellies, in and on.
Tears roll their head back.
Go to Temples.
Watch little of gasps or whimpers.
Book eyes, outside of a window a few feet away,
Stare a mystery into each other.
O.K., this is the history of everything,
and this is the futureofhistory.
Good Night
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