i'm hoarding erasers, rubbing away the
days that didn't fit. questions
like needles sliding down my knees
stick to the floor at my feet
the rain on the roof sounds like
marbles on concrete
i feel like washing every headstone twice
before i drive and drive away
in this new world
there are no men, there are no ghosts
the peaceful empty cities
los angeles, you look so beautiful without your face
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