35

everything is
plundered,
betrayed,
sold

Death’s
great black wing
scrapes the air

misery
gnaws
to the bone

today
I have
so much
to do

I must
kill memory
once
and for all

I must
turn my soul
to stone

I must
learn
to live
again

friday, 11/08/17
bf440c193349ab85b0436b102d8f2f68

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