The Darkest Nights

Apparently, I remember you every time I eat pasta and every time I read Bukowski.
You remind me of old desires and ancient ruins
dissolved into the dark of the darkest nights.

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mary

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🌻Mary, just a soul scribbling stories in the language of poetry. Here, in my corner, I put life into words with a sprinkle of wanderlust.
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