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+irantaj, irantaj, irinta
+2020-03-07
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+***
+
+think of the beauty left around you
+consumed by urban monsters
+and dissolved in ashes
+from burned-down skyscrapers
+
+the shadow sitting next to me on the train seats
+tastes like charisma with a whiff of perfume
+I cannot exist in two places at once
+I cannot exist and let you have me too
+
+I'll try to write you letters from where I am going
+but I make no promises, especially nowadays
+and anyways, the bumpy ride would smudge the letters
+making all a haze
+
+tonight is a blank canvas
+upon which I'll be swept away
+so please take down the empty portrait
+of me hanging in your hallway
+
+going, going, gone
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander