Is it not the same
, striking the match
without you and your
brother
and half the men
from the department
of useless pass
-times just as we
listened always
to the scratch
sound of the unlit-to-lit
match catching us
out of the darkness
like that, like that
we would repeat it
like that. And burn.
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