quiet
a lonely moon rules here
over a sea of people
but the roads here leading out of the dark
also lead into
wrongfully solipsistic fairy tales
consumed in the company of
a fairly melodramatic violin
who was in hurry
to catch a glimpse of
a pornographic story
told in three parts:
a past, a present and
a rather unceremonious cum-shot
not even sure if i should laugh at that
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