The distant city..
twinkling..
signaling solace in morse code..
dogs yap at falling leaves
sirens blare to remind me,
that absolutely nothing
is mine to keep
behind every pitiful sight
is the sound of the universe tearing
I can hear the sound wherever I stand
Seams ripped up by the pull of
my own hand
Limbs shivered and freezing
I don't mind the goosebumps;
For
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