Composition
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1 min readNov 9, 2017
Be a beautiful
loser of life.
Sing out your
broken song,
the only words
that fit your mouth,
loud and clear
into the teeth
of the waiting,
silent abyss.
Make a liturgy
from despair,
chant it into
the hollow air.
Keen your blues.
Call that a life.
Name that a win.
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