god the canary of nothing
Loneliness had its own grief
but the future
moved
I drank and it wasn’t poetry
I drank and it was
nostalgia
a ghost
perversion
of sleep
Children know their bodies will kill them
Loneliness had its own grief
but the future
moved
I drank and it wasn’t poetry
I drank and it was
nostalgia
a ghost
perversion
of sleep
Children know their bodies will kill them

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