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May 2018
broadview hotel breathing
in the trick mirror
of sunday moonlight
lethe, my dear absolver
you tell me
β€”glass only breaks
and never flows

and the river vanishes, too
before my eyes
like ghosts in the morning
all cursed wine
plucking mental pictures
from a burdened maw
worked 36 hours straight and wrote this. not sure if it makes sense, too tired.
kevin hamilton
Written by
kevin hamilton  26/M/toronto
     arizona, Jamadhi Verse and APriCoT
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