I have a drive to drive through empty roads.
No other car in sight.
This isn’t love.
This is war zone, the downfall.
Hearts full of ha...
Tiny glowing squares,
Fragments of memories scattered on a bitma...
You are poetry and I am reading it.
The chiasmus of your palms.
Where notations meet words,
Instruments meet a voice.
Fragments of a failed society.
Jagged pieces,a work of art.
Were you born with a label?
Like a glossy tag ...
Things never seen or heard or written about.
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