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between heaven and earth

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spring and lines

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more of a southern city

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southern city

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here comes the summer son

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quack

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red rock rivera

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don't look up

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Gusev

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ordinary life

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Shivers: I AM THE CITY. You: …The city? Shivers: I AM THE NEW AND THE OLD CAPITAL. THE WINDOW TO THE WEST. THE RIB CAGE OF A DEAD EMPIRE. MY BREATH IS THE MIST THAT CRAWLS FROM THE RIVER - THICK WITH SALT, SMOKE, AND EXILE.

I’VE BEEN BUILT ON BONES. FROZEN SOULS, SHOVELLED INTO MY FOUNDATIONS. I STARVED FOR NINE HUNDRED DAYS. MY CHILDREN ATE GLUE AND DIRT AND DIED FACING THE WALL.

I HAVE STOOD STILL THROUGH THREE CENTURIES, STARVING AND DROWNING, WHILE MEN WROTE POEMS IN THEIR BLOOD ON MY WALLS.

YOU THINK I WILL DIE IN RUST? UNDER ADVERTISING SCREENS AND RENTED SILENCE? NO. I WILL DIE IN LIGHT.