hyperzine

my heart, a palimpsest of every letter i've never written

by our dear friend, the medic

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0the colour of her hair against the morning sky
0hours drifted by like the dormant arboreal fragrance
0through the wintry monochromatic grain
0while the sodium lights hummed their soft radiance
0my heart, a palimpsest of every letter i've never written
0sought the sedative of surrender in her arms

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