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in honour of the third
crushed silver on a Thursday
beneath a flow chart, holding
do not resuscitate in its hands
in memoriam of the second
bones picked clean in a trailer
where an un-kissed mouth
holds no taste for the living
in anticipation of the first
water in gushing gutters
that knows no place—
humble, unfiltered, worn
Published 10th Jan 2025
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11th Jan 2025 10:48pm
Tersely worded abstractions that speak to me in a way I cannot fully comprehend, and I always appreciate the mystery. Good to see ya.
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