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empty town

carry loneliness on your shoulder
everything from the navel upwards is regarded as [ineffective/invalid/in vain]
like drinking a glass of water
ought to smash its actual meaning
not because it is a physiological necessity
but rather a room’s
total inundation
 
the sounds of coming and going
surrounds you as if you are a dock
then comes a figure on TV
administering violence
but you remain completely unharmed
and this is just a touch too dull
 
everyone who is celebrating a holiday is a stranger to you
with no intention of stopping here
perhaps under the direct instructions of their bodies
 
there are fewer and fewer people in the city
gradually being replaced by an expanse of water

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