21 are stupid futile
that made us believe,
despite
that
that are stories
carrying
road closures,
despite
that
that nothing is important,
sometimes
anguish I
'm going back to caress a face
for hours
or lips sink into
in one sex.
but sooner or later
mused,
is that nothing and no one
all
until I write now
empty is empty on
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