these rumpled cold sheets
only darken bright dawns
a cotton-swathed coffin
thin gin headaches and arms
all our corners now banks
all those colours bled grey
flaunted failsafes and foolproofs
cast adrift our mainstays
so like perseus* we wreck
our love's temples and halls
let loose mischief and chance,
embrace panic and loss
i've made envy in beds
and sure haunted old haunts
been snarled by harlots
and like pan left to wont
there's no future in lovers
our shared friends fall away
drifting lonely in rivers
plaintive reeds that remain
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like, is this for real?
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