Poem.
It’s another dream that my hands
numb-n-cold inside a rented room
curtain falls over masks or eyes are
open over the bank came just pulled ashore
phalanges ark remains scratched my knees
when I go dip increasingly illusion
is a forest with dark hair loose watchmaker
What angel walks on a leash and I have listened to beats
heart I held tightly in his arms like some love from the
I could not quit.
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