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Jan 2021
young people
swallowed up by the night
sacramental in its significance.

the supply of drugs
picked clean by
the small hours of the morning.

that limitless darkness?
that was something
that had to be acquired
by osmosis
slowly, over the years.

she opened her mouth.

the luxury of a
detached state of mind
lingered in the air.

the emotion within her strangled any words.

come inside
into the night.
this was written as a découpé using a totally random book about the african savannah, with various lines cut out and put together to form a poem. this poem ended up being about the berlin club scene, and my current qualms with it.
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