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i take a drink, from the gas, and in an instant i'm on my veins, black conductor, stitching up, and out, these rats, this song—exile me from here, sable child. you lose your guts and—thuck-thuck—the remote—pressing to the ocean. your eyes take smoke and the sea will not turn away. your head is scathing, empty, winsome, elemental. but breathe me back, breathe me back, breathe me back.