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26 July 2025

pushing up daisies

 

becalmed once again     deep in the fucking doldrums       went to the doctor        he told me to lighten up     but that cunt’s a fool       this time I’m dying        slowly, by degrees       it’s the dead of liquid night      I’m adrift on the tides of memory        half in shadow, half in light      I sometimes hear your voice        can you still hear mine?

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