the peace of the past
is gasoline and perfume
burning off surfaces
me pulling the zipper up
the back of her dress
and watching her fix sticky lips
this is the soil
I am rooted in
this is the air
I inhale
me peeling his boots
from his feet after work
and watching the earth fall away
this is the soil
I am rooted in
this is the air
I inhale
gasoline and perfume
burn away in the sun
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