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Gray grass takes root in the scalp of the earth. Pale moonlight casts a burnt shadow beyond your chapped fists. The tired ground lifts you up just high enough to kiss nighttime with shredded palms rubbed raw from holding hands with rocks as if that'd crack the puzzle called "500 Pieces of Are You Alone In The Woods?"
it is quiet outside the echoes remain in our minds of shoes squeaking on gym floors and feet pounding the court of shouts of anger of screams of victory it is the latest part of night but the bus rattles on and we stay sprawled across the seats too-long legs stretched and tangled together as eyes try to catch flickers of the passing-by it is spilled-ink black outside the jittering windows but silhouettes can be seen faces bathed in addictive blue yellow-white rolls over bodies mirroring the mountains we pass it is simply existing together in this space half-heard music overlapping conversations memories of laughter crowding out the groans of the bus as it limps us home