Grooms - Iskra Goodbye



New one
Talking and holding out
Talk to you
Never was another

Constellations hanging on your ceiling
New inky feelings
Scratch and pout
Black you out

Deep sleep
Void of voids coming to

Long arms
To wrap around your brother

More powerful
More powerless
Into sweater knits

So new one
Scratch and hit
And you’re through with it

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