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Jun 5

look for new forms

(which hold us back anyway)

but an essence needs a form
              like a note
another note

like a pencil needs
our fingers
                             to make it caress
the paper

Our eyes like to
fill in with acids


Spaces fill in with
melancholic whispers

and songs

                       (Our ears like to swallow bitter

I think at times there is
a choice

but sometimes we just choose to
wear blacks

Cause we want to look
most appropriately

for the ****** feasts

that await.
Laura Labno
Written by
Laura Labno  21/F/Bangor University, Wales
(21/F/Bangor University, Wales)   
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