In Mid
conversation we lived
Haunted,
flared
Stacked in a
moment of time.
You walked
out, like a release
From a long,
repetitive survey
Maria,Maria
She played
the song
Maria,Maria
left her fruits on the table
and I
I unplugged
the speakers
I ran away
with the cable
The apples
have gone rotten
The music
had faded like rewashed linen
Now I turn
in speech alone
You. Where
have you gone?
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