How many times have I said:
I can’t bloody remember
who taught me about sadness
turn a dictionary
follow your heart
watch the bloody pages
the lawless lie scattered
on a silent plain
the tower melts
we watch the moon
clove cigarettes,
vanilla-scented candles
slow
burn
we read poems out loud
feast on moonlight
whisper dreams to the stars
burn some more
wherever we've come from
can't matter now
some journeys just
have to be made
there is silence
it's dark as shit down here
and there is chanting:
fuck the wolf fuck the wolf fuck the wolf
follow your heart
turn the bloody page
there is no other news
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