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<div class="raleway"><p>heaven's fault</p></div>\
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—all i have is this
like <<hovertip "a line that grows above">>a line that grows above<</hovertip>> your eyes—suddenly there—
something that makes you afraid
of the ground. eat slowly. stay inside. love the
love of scarcity instead of imagination. or so i imagine—i have a niece, you—
and now we are like <<hovertip "bees">>children<</hovertip>>
minded over who curl our little black legs
upward, to <<hovertip "futile">>(raw) fruitful<</hovertip>> sun
<<hovertip "your son,">>your son—<</hovertip>> some of us
are imagined <<hovertip "—you—">>you<</hovertip>>
some of us will seem to live forever
like all suffering, the wars
that brought us here, <<hovertip "all of history">>struggle like horses,<</hovertip>>
the memory of you which has no lines—
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