It was undefatigable.
Plangent, crumbled and soporific.
There in the drowning sky
was her tumid, forbidden face,
whispering his name.
Once, when it rained forever,
he walked throughout the night.
Her breath mingled with his was
the last talisman..
It was the fragrant fragment
of his cindered dream,
that he would pawn,
that someone would sell
to buy something,
exquisitely useless.
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