nothing’s clear now.
my body is above
viewing a tomb
with flowers abloom
on a morn of brume.
nothing’s clear now.
utmost reality,
in this new city
i walk, i come to see
it’s not friendly to me.
what lies ahead
with my heart so dead
not to smile
even for a dime,
not to talk
even when stalked,
because nothing’s clear now.
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