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out of the mouth
came leaves

out of my month
came leaves

stopped the car
got out on the side
of the road
with hazards on
and a pack of cigarettes
on the road to Boone
at midnight

there was a hum
all we thought about
airports
terminals
coffee shops
newspapers on our shoes

we forgot
we forgot where we were

she huffed paint
kissed me so hard
my lips bled