Tag: grief
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From my ceiling
My ceiling’s splintered into classes.Verdant, because it was never trodden; Fixed ripples turn into brocade and then,Brocade breaks down into your face just when— Your memory hisses, whilst I listen: Sound is stoppered still within the surface; Solo music from an untuned trumpet, Familiar, though a foreign band plays. Ordure often reeks of rot and…
The Barbaric Yawp 