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and here I drift again in
some foreign city because
they really are, ever since that
moment when home pulled
itself of all geography, so I
navigated your arms and
detoured your tracks, got
lost on freeways of fragments,
of afterthoughts–

found myself fascinated to
the atlas of your spine, the
contour lines of your back,
in a quest of destinations
elsewhere, untraced

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