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The two of them walk
into the building, it
and them are too skinny
and wind blows them into the
air, they blend with sun and become one person
and one building, she is having a dream
that they are sweating and they
turn into their sweat, mixed
with the gold in the sun
and drip into the sea to become islands, ancient islands
where tribes come
and invent gods and then the gods
become real and terrorize the
savages until they
leave and the demons and the monkeys
can lie together on the skin
of the sky and romance, now a canvas, blue and
thin, like a weak piece of glass
that suns shine all the way through.

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