2012
nowhere
is the new house
where my feelings reside
I don't want to write
of this other
joker
and I don't
need to
let you know
how fire
turned into
mind business
the moment I knew
that these dreams
of ours
were beautiful posters
to be sold
cheap
to unwilling arms.
poem by Erika Conti
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