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There
now you see it
the rough, sharp
black crack
in my horizon line
rolling, towering
scraping, harrowing
down the hillside
down the throat
through my insides
it does devote
its precious time
to make itself
unmistakably mine
and though I do
resign myself
a choice is made
and taken
a landscape raw
and shaken
too deep to miss the bones
too fast to fast to shoot the head
so now you know
where I'll go
tonight when we're in bed
There
now you see it
the rough, sharp
black crack
in my horizon line
rolling, towering
scraping, harrowing
down the hillside
down the throat
through my insides
it does devote
its precious time
to make itself
unmistakably mine
and though I do
resign myself
a choice is made
and taken
a landscape raw
and shaken
too deep to miss the bones
too fast to fast to shoot the head
so now you know
where I'll go
tonight when we're in bed
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