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We sank into the
lyrics of our mother tongue spells.
We cannot tell the

difference between
“here” and “not”. In gibberish it
means the same thing. Our

inks from cactus, we
stay glued to one page. A streak of
words highlighted by

blood, beaten out our
femur bones. We’d better avoid
you. That’s safe, that’s good.

LARDO