One morning we both forgot how to speak.
We painted bold colours
in thick lines
to express ourselves.
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A man who made a fortune selling something he hates died last night.
The abyss that once threatened our world is now limited
to a small mouth with room enough for only its teeth and a tied tongue.
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Walking home, I saw through a basement window.
It was
like dark
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I taught myself to paint
remember, life
in vain, recreate, youth.
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One by one they sparkle, my lures, my bait;
the stars: my blanket under which I dream
dreams that restore nothing and never let me rest.
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Even babies wake up scared.
When they're older they'll learn
to stand and grab the cagebars
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The Trabant leaves its cramped garage,
it leaves behind a small pool of colour.
Headlights,
Streetlamps cut the mist that hurts its rusted shell.
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At fifteen she understood pleasure.
Now an old woman,
she has only the memory.
blotches of pleasure bleed into her mind
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I want to feel nervous, sweat.
I want to be uncomfortable, forgettable
I'd lose.
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