I lost you in a train station
The year before I was born
While I looked for a cigarette machine
You rolled away.
I found you in a cornfield
Ten years after
I was shot in the neck
And bled out on a frozen rock
Burring from the middle out
In both directions
How can it do that? You asked.
I didn't know.
Follow me, I said.
We ran into the woods,
Hopped a creek
And got attacked by mosquitoes.
One thousand years before
Everything happened
I think it happened again.
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