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Is there softness in the slowest decay of blurring lamentations past, or the gentle end of a frayed photograph from one too many ha..

I'm going to Athens this summer.

Old places.

Burn, burn, burn.

A love story.

Thinking of deserts again.

A poem about poems, a poem about books.

Thinking about slow music and hazy lights.

A very short piece of work on some of my feelings on a dull winter day.

Anyone who knows anything about video games will know who I'm alluding to here.