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( tw // suicide implied ) Here is a broken sentenceOf a broken story: The light poles across this cityWaver in the oceans beneathAnd I walk in silent steps thatResound a flaky dream.There is a girl in blue denim-Her hair deluged in saffron-Echoing my name in between musical notesAnd I dance to mellifluous memoriesBecause IContinue reading “A Sunday Evening”