No more-cum-forever
all i could produce
after getting the news
was shot through with blood
i earned but didn't save
no white cotton briefs
-cum-air to breathe
not a drop for your beard
no signed letter marks
nor for sofa pillows
check your bucket seats
for the dusts of time
my-cum-yours
and this always was
every iteration
even the invisible ones
counting off elations
i still subscribe
at least in my
heart-cum-mind
by Jan
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