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08/01/2024
holding dear onto the notes,my hands break shaping the chords.take my broken hand as an oathover your mouth ─ keeping still both.tinge of us, dimly litstings us terminate my lovingas an afterthought,keep the slaughterhouse mowing.dimliest lit ─ a throatsings us, dimly litsinges us
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04/01/2023
a tally-ho, a standstilland i jump overa lazy dog,rather quickly so
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17/04/2023
the anxiousness goes awayon the last kilometre to homei know the streets, i read them allbut still, i gaze at all the houseswhile i gowondering,how would it be if i had a shorterway to home?it would not work though,every time i had a shorter way tohome,i would wonder more,until the starting pointbecame the end.then, i…
the fulcrum point 