"There is more tenderness/ than one can fathom in wearing what never happened." —Alina Stefanescu
"more cold, more dark"
more & not after
—the only way—
—nor epitaph
they'll bother, just a little later...
ruins-to-be, where lights now shine;
—our piracy fled
—in suicide,
& long time dream dread's flag again.
the concrete split, eyes lusterless.


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