i walk alone,
and i arrive alone
and i rock myself to sleep.
there's a heavy dull thud of waxing despair in me that I can't quite verbalize. I've been up all night, literally reading the kaddish aloud on my balcony. The city is defiant, silent except for its soft hum. This sounds flowery and verbose, I appologize, I have no such intent
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