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In vino veritas

Το τραπέζι είναι στραβό· το κρασί γέρνει.

Strangers die every day

I dance on debris
as a nation of strangers

We compare ourselves
how could we ever!
You do, I don't
You are, I am not
I have the abasement in my viscera
you don't
know
.

We are in favor of closure

See the footsteps in the sand?
They're all yours.