After reading Babylon Dutch
to Nicholas Vayle
My world keeps dying all the same -
an empty stage with broken roses.
His is a ruthless ruleless game:
no one is left, but someone poses
as remnant of the leather chair.
Some dusty speckles leave the table.
I desperately search for pair
under the leaves of lonely maple.
My world keeps dying all the same -
an empty stage with broken roses.
His is a ruthless ruleless game:
no one is left, but someone poses
as remnant of the leather chair.
Some dusty speckles leave the table.
I desperately search for pair
under the leaves of lonely maple.
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sad
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discontent