This is our contingency plan:

To take the shit out of the cupboards.

To salt the earth.

To take into consideration every goddamned word.

Home leaves me
trampled by waves
of glass.

Your home,
the world I know nothing of,
keeps me fascinated.

Alone, and alone.
Two unremarkable
lives.

With glistening immortality.

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