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Jul 2018
I learned the architecture of loss
The alchemy of the without
Walked the doldrums
Dragged ghosts to the shore
The drone of madness
The humming of death
In bones
Faded with spring's first bloom
The good heart that it came with
If the moon smiled
it would resemble him
I spoke to my heart
She told me he is home
She told me
she is bursting at the seams
I descended
From the pinnacle of everything
I am still absurd
I'll always be
These atoms of the edge
Will, stay
I learned the architecture of loss
The alchemy of the without
The bare hands
The belly that almost ate itself
I did I did. I did learn
Seasons have bled into each other
I am with, wholly
I will hold, tenderly.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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