There is a sound that
escapes this town
makes a soul deskin
and favor the void
it has not yet been
living
in
steady as she goes
the death romantic
throws the world to the
wind
makes foreign particles of
light
blend
in
with i were i without you now
sea shallow
boned-marrow
frown
bury your heart
to begin aga
in.
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