Á.

Sorrowful –

words never to be read

in the right corner

in the left mood

at the same time.

.

I try hard not to hate

you

are tiny glass splinters

on nearly every face.

.

I try hard not to love.

.

While breaking

your concrete ankles

sharp and square

eye

contact with strangers

and tell them

they’re all old home.

.

We will never say it again,

how could I.

.

Our lightest despair,

whiter than white –

the whole spectre.

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