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Horizon’s a razorblade

that makes her bleed

This is the Kali Yuga

for you and me (and him)

The air in the womb is still

Pockets empty

Recollecting thoughts

The coffee’s getting cold

Never been through this part of the city

Never felt so alive

He saw the summer as a prediction

but in the fall spat venom in every direction

Pale hunter

Rope gleams in their eyes

Old cabin in the wild

The rents are rising

The frost reigns inside me

Pale hunter

Rug burn in your elbows

Like nothing happened it’s just “same old”

Psyche splintered, body scarred

Hold my breath ‘til I’m seeing stars

Pale hunter