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Endgame
Painting by Anna Swerts, on Instagram at annamjswerts
When I go to bed
what’s left in my head
has been dead
for two or three hours
This is not to say
that my day
has been without play
or reflection
Yet, solitude places a weight
around one’s fate
bringing the date
of the end, closer.
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