my fingers don't look the same as they used to I've been disappearing for so long that I forgot to look but now that I'm looking they're red as a confession five to each hand, one to each knuckle of a punch I never saw coming I don't know if those fists were disappearing too or if I just can't see anymore but he called me Oriental and I called him out and we were both confused by how suddenly lonely we were Return to the Kentucky Collection.
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