.I lay around this stillborn Sunday
the nameless, graceless wreck you're leaving me
I sit silent at your waking theater,
deluded and grotesque I hemorrhage history
I won't be visited again,
by the ghosts of things that never came to be
I won't let my heart settle in,
to the f.
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