i fed the ghosts and will haunt me forever.
laugh when the silence comes.
why do you still put all that energy?
what don’t you have to hide?
what’s in these yeux d’enfant?
magpie corpses
eyeless faces
symmetrical happenings
no ripples in the water
no accolades
wait for an answer you’ll never get.
wait for the permanent sun
the smell of gasoline
awares the explosion of the gas stations,
emma.
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