Past midnight,
listening to Dexter Gordon
on yet another overcast
trip through the dark,
just like in those long
gone years, far before
the end; the dead live
in the corridors of the mind,
like musical notes on
sheets, ever ready
to haunt the night.
13.01.2023
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