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A Poem

All these stones we put here forever, hoping against the misery of time and environment to do something that lasts, painted hypocrisy, still lives of the desserts you couldn’t afford and didn’t know how to swallow in any case, the dreary light of a sun fighting with clouds for skywards supremacy

moving through the mess, trying to fix something that can be fixed, if there’s anything whole left, I…