after some use, hearts
lose that pealing
sound, the one
that brings islands
closer, as if you
were folding up
a map, finally
confident in your
way. after some
use, the thumping
wears away the
lining, hollows out
a dull ache, abandons
red Xs across small
towns, major cities –
treasure exhausted,
no need to return
.
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