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ARMIES ON AMNESIA
querido my heart. new the insights, frail the westward song, now thinning from my heart like lovesunk smoke, snaking across the greasy ground, tripping on pennies, dancing through clockshot seconds like mines. everyday is a new quadrant, captains rise from behind tombstones pale with flowers, flush with wine, and i drink to you even as we bob and weave through the day, now so peaceful, naked to naked death, death to death clothed now and marching with a shame a stumbly gait, ill packed pride a constant worry in my too soft side, and grace dripping from the corner of a cracked bottle in the bottom of our pack, my fantasies and I are on the move because today my army is made of fantasies. today i use the largeness of my mind, the sweetness of your smile, and the shaking of my summernumbed hands in the redness of theft and wallow. today i pretend i am elseone and i wage a wicked war, hellbent on ripping your crazy name right off the nametag and your underpants better be anonymous because they donâ€™t stand a fucking change i am the vigilante who has been stealing your ponies. for my cavalry. you cant win a war without eqwines and thoroughbreads. amnesia for us all, then, because tomorrow is a new army and another else, won, won, wonder, wander, wand under, man under, man down, man o war, win this one this one is won, sleep my little mares of the night, stallions of the galleons, colts crying with courage, and fillies reckless with victory. we are won.
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