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GUEST POET // Nina Mercep : The Doom We Choose

The air is dying

So are our bodies

We buy a pack of cigarettes

And enjoy the outside


Life flinches and

Hides between the drags.

We smile, hanging off the railing

Wrong for believing the way out

Is through a door

Only time runs out

Of homes and bodies.

🎨/📷 by Edvard Munch, Love and Pain (The Vampire), 1895

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