HolidayThis stonethis innocuous pebble breaks me breaks you, breaks us, aparttearing rolling down the barrel of a shotgun heartI may not know true heartache now but in the past that thing broke mepieces of an imperfect mosaic flewthese shards of myself not smokable but certainly shattered and vein-like-bluefatigue of life overtakesall the same shade of [...]
poem: pebble – 30/01/22

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