I write what I see and feel, I'm not here to blow my trumpet.
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as I mould my body around
your deterioration
fear comes doffing his trilby with a
"I'll be seeing you soon sarcasm"
...
a perfectly polished table
reflecting the nightlight
is where I try and write,
the moth-eaten curtains
...