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no remedy

gestures made out of kindness

fall flat against panes of glass

that splinter in cold darkness.

no remedy exists for this.

walking away is a temporary

reprieve, a cheap escape for

weak bones to believe in

makeshift solace, a false

promise made behind

forced smiles, a dying

wish made in moments

of white dusk.

have you asked yourself lately,

does any of this mean anything?

what does any of this mean?

tonight, tell me,

what will you do

when all the birds

fly home?

By Tohm Bakelas


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