Fatalphilia

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I see you in rewind,
Film reels spinning backwards
To a fatal first hello.

I pray to my own saints,
Patrons of lost causes,
That you find peace
Somewhere swimming through
The iron fillings in your heart.

My bones will soon embrace
The same ground your bones embrace,
Our organs decaying away from
Their fatalistic melody.

What’s left of me then will always touch you.

Goodbye,
Goodnight,
Stranger.

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One Response to Fatalphilia

  1. Very nice poem šŸ™‚

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