It feels fine. #number2 is empty yet it feels fine.
Fine, with its own agenda, dirty secrets waiting to become undone --
Where to go when there is always you in the way?
Magpies, hovering/I want peace but they want to peck me.
How sober is the sky, tainted with the fake Shiraz?
Find me a place, tell me something else
maybe death won't come too close
if we pretended that we are useless
commodities, bodies, souls
to even be worthy enough
for the afterlife collection.
D C de Oliveira
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