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May 2019
You were never
there. The gentle
hum of sugar.

On the tables
are magazines
but they’re blind in
the dark. White coats
and expensive
ties in and out.

You were never
there. The last gasp
unheard before
the vanishing
tone. Wrinkles.



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by Aleksander Mielnikow (Alek the Poet)
Alek Mielnikow
Written by
Alek Mielnikow
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       Muzaffer, ---, Crazy Diamond Kristy and Jolan Lade
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