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Oct 2016 · 396
Brief Imitation of Issa
I sit alone, cold,
in a room I call my own
where no one visits.
Sep 2016 · 712
Memento
Fresh corpses line the boulevard
as the street lights do,
and thrushes sing a requiem
for the old man who
lights a white candle each morning.

— The End —