Tell me about
the ones you think of every day
Without trying, without
wanting to
Where do those ghosts
think they will live
when you die
They will live in caves! In the dark!
How much can you squeeze
out of a bone
The remedy for nostalgia is
I’m tricking you; of course I don’t know
who killed you
And those I think of
are not lost yet
Tell me
how your treasures
get to their nest
in the end
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