it was brittle
to touch it was flaking off
in your fingers
or the way you looked after
the truck to see how long
you can recognize the
verses of the song
before they dissipated
in the vast graveyard
of sounds
how it tore your heart
like junk mail
and how like an argonaut
strapped to a stick
but for her kindness
you'd smash against
the stones
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