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Maybe for their sins, maybe on the way home

Maybe a good riddance, maybe something else

Like stones

Like roots

Like worms

We'll be getting used

Twilights and gods wandered off to their corners

Yawning tore the horizon in two

Hour after hour

Year after year

Century after century

We'll be getting used

Something white and blind has settled in my chest

Maybe blizzard maybe moth maybe everything that awaits me

Maybe thirst

Maybe noon

Maybe soot

We'll be getting used