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trams go back to the depot
subway meat is inhabited by cripples
the sky again admires the edge
one who has remained here forever
angry, blind, funny, tight
calligraphy of wood buds
still, probably, more than once will give
suicide bastard daughter

puddles were dazzled with stars
the sky is rotting in asphyxiation
the walls are sparking with sockets
near the last ones you need

tree songs scare bark
dead dogs circus glare
branches mourn, shaking with roots
puddles patch holes through the eyelids
underground pipes korjat, wounded
white scabs last laceration
on the rails of the rails are the tanks of trams
it becomes easier for the stones to breathe