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And the chaos inside
Takes us all down
Over the edge of no return

Like stars on a foreign day
In the colours of the old
We’d return in the fires
Your raw maudlin stutter
Programming our mantras

We’d settle down where the world wears thin
Ghostwriting hopes from the crust of God’s grave
And harken the sun! Like a burning tear
Mutilating the sky
That keeps bleeding like rain
Like rivers
Like suppurating greed
For touches of you and kisses from her
But she’s gone
She’s gone

Vanished in your lies
Like bookmarks in fiction
A devil recalled
From the history play you call life
Like a podcast of Parkinson memories
Like stains on a carpet
Like spit on my face
Like anti-matter poetry

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