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One, Between

I climbed Devil’s Peak and on the way back down thought
What the fuck?
I drove across the barren south
and on the 23rd hour of empty desert thought
What the fuck?
I pined for the girl and I thought
What the fuck?
I sit at the bar
girls and goons
cydonia
pointless consumption and
the fuck
and I wonder

Considering
Blink in the Corn Syrup Coma, c. 1995