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[where_trees_go]

hey if you keep running
do you think you will find
answers in the hollows
that your flesh leaves
the hollows between bones
ribs like coral, like
ripples in the sand

hey if you keep laughing
do you think you will find
love in cigarette butts
roaches and empty glasses of
water you wish were vodka
so it would burn all the good
out of you swallow all the halos
out of you

hey if you keep writing
do you think you will find
god in a poem when you
already know that
the god who loves you
is the god who needs you
that the god who loves you
is the god who leaves you