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Apr 2016
Tunnel
I thought I heard steps in the house, but
it was the black tunnel of my own heartblood,
a flood in old caves,
the lost pulse of nightfall.

Smoke in my eyes.
I am as empty as an old suitcase.
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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