4/15/21

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enter black


imagine 

the mime gone blind

and numb to touch


what’s left


the distant song

is a foreign language,

the pleasurable scent

is lost in the wind


black is pure

black is home


I imagine

nothing feels better


I will enter, 

I will remain



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