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May 2020
Suddenly it's four at night,
the bursts of lethality
slowly lower their productive kite.
You are left with less obsession,
less manic tendencies
for at least the month to come.
It's just amazing how the
sword of bread can crumb
and not be rebuild to be
its past delight.

It's four o' clock at night
and everything feels right.
You know what, I should be awake right now. You're the one who should be asleep!

(this one is an ode to nightly breadsword, an amazing video-essayist with impeccable style. Please go check out his youtube channel.)
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
19
   Bogdan Dragos
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