when you return home you are always 16. and i am living in that, livingendlessly filth of modern adolescence endlessly forever and ever amen. and i have lostthe smooth twisting of words, i have lost language. when i am halfway aroundthe world, will you regret how you treated me? when people run in media they… Continue reading poem: elegy
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 