There are no rules or accidents here
Only what is
What should have been hangs like sneakers on livewire
Black birds on a pole, in black and white, in black and
White these photographs intrude with my namesake
With yours aswell, dear friend,
We are going to hell slowly but surely
There is no way to stop this.
Anti
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