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maybe the following draft will be better

                                     greener

lush with hanging gardens     angerless lapis waters

in an expanse scrubbed clean of borders    our bodies roam unbeaten    unshot

unbruised by stranger’s hands        sloe-eyed as children

we sleep unbroken in the night & do not dream & of course

we do not remember       of course         the blood circles

our new untethered bodies    unspilled

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earth tilled & sown with bodies

a headscarved girl   a copper man

what will rise up     come harvest

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    we believe in apocalypse because we are arrogant

because of our great luck     because we live a clean

unbroken line     because our small & personal world

has not yet ended      we believe a world never has