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  • To The North

    I go to the north country
    Where the low sun circles the stones

    I have only my fingers
    And a caribou slab to survive the north

    Before I go open your mouth
    Let my kiss find how deep you run

    I go north to see a friend
    Remember me as having not returned






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    In the North Country
    disappearance is easy,
    white bones rest unturned.

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