Roads like journeys
there, always before you
A room like religion
dark, candlelit with waxy prayers
Hot water like democracy
promised, icy on your neck
Toilet paper like a journal
prioritized, when one runs out
Bolivia like a Texas landscape
conquered, still stubbornly sovereign
there, always before you
A room like religion
dark, candlelit with waxy prayers
Hot water like democracy
promised, icy on your neck
Toilet paper like a journal
prioritized, when one runs out
Bolivia like a Texas landscape
conquered, still stubbornly sovereign
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