i turn.
it follows
as it always has.
dark memory.buried deep.
deep deep deep
within the unreachable corners of the undecipherable world.
a pretence .
and love.in all its colours.
tears.sobs.swollen promises.
some more.
and i know.
what it never will.
through the neon eeriness of la noche.
like a dingy glove.
a blast from the past.
persistence and resistance and acceptance.and
Deliverance
will its soul respond?
will it cry?
will it remember?
as i know. i will.
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