Brian J. Alvarado neverise ever since the big lacuna, i’ve been aiming to soothe an angry itch, compulsively picking at a defenseless eyelid lined in insistent sand, and watching for fickle sun to hit the corner pane like an old DVD player on standby i’d often blink for a while and miss it miss its mark again, but i couldn’t pretend to care anymore once you were gone and i a lonely stone hell, if i could get any higher i’d tie a cravat on the moon and hold it close the way i should have you, making it proud to return in full bloom each night, and pressing myself lost in a crater of its remission, where satellite chagrin can’t get me
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