Joseph

You handsome devil

Not a snake – not an animal at all.

No.

Your black coat, black hair.

Your silent steps.

Your cold indifference.

Are you from the past or future?

You are certainly not one of us.

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I still look over my shoulder

(5 o’clock)

I still hear your voice

“How much do you hate yourself?”

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You’re not here anymore.

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And I miss you.