at noon
when the sun is hottest
you will feel a sting
and know you’ve lost something
at dusk
when the house is empty
you will step on a crow
and run
in the desert
you will cross your arms
stare at the sky in defense
and know i am gone
you will be empty
and remember when you were full
you will cry from your stomach
and hate the hero
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