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End

  • Aug 3, 2025
  • 1 min read

End



A tube comes


at the end


as the end,


a bowl


a pillow


the view:


a chimney


pines and rocks


a line of laundry;


cars round


the swerve in the road,


they don’t know


the aim is to swallow


at the end,


to breathe is to live;


the vision narrows


at the end


to this end


of this room


as --

 
 
 

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