Hosing down the sidewalk.
Sticky duplications of sunny salt.
We can't even hear you!
Its such a long way home.
Lingering beyond the public borders.
Blankly hallucinating sappy trees and soft sand.
We are missing some kind of map.
Its hard to concentrate.
Swooning from our perfect thoughts.
Fiendish muscles of order and passive states.
We don't even know the way.
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