First Left at the Asteroid Belt

Tastes like cold fruit Smells like delusion Feels like survival Looks like confusion.   Deadpan daydreams Of darkness, Black Death, Die a little every night Speak in whispered silhouettes   Like a wisp of cigarette Toxic and malevolent, Silent and sublime The cancer tasting heaven sent.   I’ve been stand-stumbling At the edge of the […]

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