23/04/2012
ghostland
I can't live without you, and now you'll have to live without me.
your words to me a few days before you died alone at midnight.
I don’t know what music I like now, what books,
what movies, what people, what weather
I don’t even know what to wear now
it seems we defined each other,
and your death has
undefined
me
without you, I'm becoming a ghost
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CANEÇAS
Superheated air streams in Through the driver-side window as I burn the car Across the blistering heat, exhuming Ian Curtis's Pompeian ...
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erratic echoes of a swallow's cries faint and shrill, lost midget amid the persian blue vault of turquoise and gentian tiles, pool...
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go and ride a thousand days, my clear-eyed messengers, scour all points of the compass and find me a glimpse of iridescence for shining...
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single pidgeon in the distance of boundless grey suburban skies. sombreness dememoritised
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