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marlboro menthol (07/26/2023)
it's 12 degrees
and the marrow cools:
we catch --
breaths hitched
to a cataclysmic gait
a crooked pace:
all-damned
while you wait
god's sticky magazines
pages pregnant
with guilt
regret
the ilk of resplendent idleness
of abandonment
in this blind-eye of a city, turned
to rot, mitotic
never-ending
a car crash of ashamed sex
but it's just too good
to be any other way .
Wednesday 26th July 2023 11:46 am
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