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It's a Long Story
Everything that is secret always comes to light.
Vladimir Putin
Not one kilometer had been added to the gauge
Not one kilometer had been driven in secret
What you may never be above summer’s rusty sea
Beneath death’s delicate boiling gift
So no moment of easy rain or lust would spring
Repulsive
From roads dressed by the meat of eternity’s knife
sky
deaths
I’d like you to tell me why you brought me to such a shabby place
