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Night.I remember a night when the veins in your hands were dilated and raised,
and we could follow the map made by your blue blood to where treasure would
between knotted fingers and repeats.
I remember a night when I wasnt hungry and decided not to join you downstairs,
and I heard you digging your fork in the soil and shovelling roots in your mouth,
and when you came back
you would have them sewn between your teeth, lovingly.
I remember a day when the nights stopped coming, and suddenly I had to build
my own darkness because the sun would not let me hide anymore and its heat would not leave us cold anymore
and the presence would not leave us empty anymore
and the sounds would not leave us silent anymore
and the consciousness would not let us die anymore
and the trees...
... the trees which had sprung from the roots in your mouth; they fell.
They fell and they crushed you.
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