alfie lee writing

potemkin village idiot

please
let me get that
door

for
you let me pull
back

blinds
so the sun won't
shine

in
and show things the
way

they
must be as we
see

this
city of no-
thing

lives
this smile breaking
on

this
chest of knife stab
wounds

this
heart that beats you
down

this
head that sleeps so
sound



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