#1982

oh, that first embrace
last embrace yet sole embrace
how teacups reverse

#1979

hello summer, please

strip me, scorch me, bleach my bones
are we not old friends?

o this fucking well
have I not learned my lesson
I abide in stone

the mind questions all
the heart keeps its own counsel
trusting ebb and flow

“Ghosts Appear and Fade Away”

iPod gathers dust
the absence of long gone friends
haunts its graveyard songs

chronic weeping wound
here is your measure of salt
with rot come the wolves

“2017”

remember the sun
carry with you ten sharp swords
leave behind nine wands

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