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In discord

We can’t be any other way

To break out of this house

you have to first break in

The holy ash scattered on the floor

Imagine a good argument

Now imagine the deepest blue of peace

In absence, waiting all day for night

In a cabinet with six farewell letters

In an oceanic bathtub

To wail over coins

To heal with water and sleep

Sympathetically

in our separate rooms

with forested bodies

and an eagerness for silence