our bodies were buried in the city. our legs, winding highways. our veins margins for imperfection. loss. lust. your skin was a shade darker than mine. you had spent five months in the desert improving your grammar and keen eyesight. i had spent three years draining pools and mixing sulfuric acid and chlorine. later i learned that was not a deadly
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