Everything is going underground. I am sinking I am knee deep in my broken promises. I can’t tell this one apart from the other, I can’t tell you from the caricature I traced. The lines around your face, the detailed boundaries on a map, who decided that anyway? I’m trying too hard and you are not impressed. The earth moves under our feet but you
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