There is no recovery, coming
back, from such a loss. Return
to what was normal... that is
just empty words, frayed curtains
on windows behind which
there is nothing, on either
side. There is just existence,
the flow of days, before
some erasing moment.
Everything else a comforting
lie told to children.
09.-14.01.2024
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