sitting by the window
the scent of garbage and laughter comes in equal measure
then there’s a room silent
cavernous
and low
its emptiness glows
what a lonely sound echoing voices make with pleasure
all that remains
hollowness
bows
lying seditiously shallow
against a state of affairs, love evicted still rules writ
a law for fools
careless
fallow
the buildings and the trees
everything coated in painter’s black, bright moonlit
hope in the gallows
writhing
pleas
how many lines
that break and form again, never myself to permit
a peace that partakes
retreats
repines
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