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Nov 2021
You can’t wash away loneliness,
it lurks and it spies
a stain on tomorrow
where destiny cries

You can’t keep what’s been stolen
or find what’s not there,
alone and deserted
—the soap of despair

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)
Kurt Philip Behm
Written by
Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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