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we drive and drive - we go to the places where the memories have crusted over in the well of this house we visit you, swept away in the yellowing of the walls - trace a voice lynching sound in the fissure near the front door, walk slow and catch the carpet cracking ironies, clunk, the snaking stagger of your wrinkles stealing along cabinets, like spies,       so many roads, we drive and drive, i am you, but not you, we are here together, but a long time ago, and your words are smuttering away in little soup-streams; i came to whisper to you to push the eaves away,    &#