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you wake up to notice

that there were two friends, like

looking in a mirror, but one with a beard

and one without.  They have beaten each other

savagely, but the

other knows that they are friends.  the look through the

ferns and then the pine trees begin asking questions.  One

knows drug, one knows wine.  there is wild biting, honey and locusts.

you fall asleep again, feeling like a rose garden, prickly and smooth, visited

only if there’s a rainstorm.

(they’re gangsters)