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stop.
reading.
the writing on the bathroom walls
that’s my l o v e l e t t e r
and
because i never counted you down to the Fall(out)
– I (lovingly) bring your(sweet)birthdeath to memory – smiling at your attempted
induction-to-corruption & the beautiful rejection to paradise (lost)

(just like a r t)

I never loved -you- in the first place so
i guess we’re (still) looking for our own final solution.

bleeding sunlight & flaming shadows
(it’ll finally send abstraction to my own private horizon)
but as i pace the world like a newborn (woman/man) I tried to play
hide-&-seek with the edge of the storm(night)
watching its free-fall painted homemade pleasedon’tleavemealone watercolour shades
and
I don’t think the stars have ever looked so
lonely
as they do now

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