fingers on the paper (here, a long poem will die)
i got you wrong
just like a half-existing woman,
you scared the evening,
istanbul was ratting that time (whatever it is)
"so wittgenstein said..."
you had fingers.
they're tiny cigarettes.
...
Saturday 15th April 2023 11:06 pm
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