THE EXILE DIARIES

15th of December
Saturday becomes a hammer at the end of the road;
we walk, we walk, we know,
we walk butting our heads against the wind
leaning our heads a bit forward not to hear
the sounds our shadows create behind us
then we try to glue the severed head
with glue made of flour.

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