dried with longing
eyeline: my drowning
was mirror love
sharp sorrows have cancer
station cleanliness
pretending - disconnect now.
fly world, nine memories
into and over
Crying is then last &
to write "boy" was like
what then?
echoes swallowed news,
like "how sad now?"
banging everyone
in the process.
When Colors I've not confused
stay to fade around,
tinged with outside
stormcloud dustings.
Sad spills everything
inside junkies and
one starry blink
causes despair on trains,
and in headlines.
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