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D.O.A. (Y92.86)
I see the breadth of longing
Between the curtain-clothed draft
And the pungent, barbed glitter
That dusts these fingertips
For that option was already tried
The rust peeled from the sides
Fumes of loneliness pervade
The taste is of salt and sulphur
And the nausea that follows
Is a sweeter drug
Than laudanum
And aqueous does it flow
Upon the thirsty cement
As all things must crave freedom
Of all things that aren't free
So we share your sympathies
By the tallies on the wall
And my ashen thoughts
Like a stale, hollowed bone
Are drained of their sinew
My mind becomes a stew
And as I fester, I digest
And we become one, from two
And oh, how I'll miss you
Published 5th Dec 2018
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