the last space | poem

poetry

Dec 04, 2023

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a brass conductor handle, leaks sound,

the faucet drips rhythm.


in a windowless room, two bodies share warmth.


determined cobwebs blow through dormant fireplace.

lightless wooden floors await the next footprint.

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