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weekend melodic

21 days and counting down
a sense of nostalgia
a discarded playlist left lying around
the needle’s edge piercing skin
the ghosts of deleted selves &other kindred
the airconditioner noise in my head
dead wildlife
red postit notes
no aphrodisiac just like
a hand that grasps swollen air
& nothingness
& a sense of hope
& nothingness
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