it's a moment
of fulfilment
for both you
and for me
but you don't smile
neither do i
though it's all
as should be
it's relief but
after so long
of holding
my breath in
it's like my brain's
been frozen
and it's the now
i'm stuck in
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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