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Where is the indifference in you, the one you own?

Whereto did she traverse? I see her not

And I had looked so deep

Had she taken a bath in the midnight sea

Been raped by counter-brethren, been swallowed whole

Never to be seen again?

Where is the string, the one you crafted swiftly around your neck?

Whereto did it traverse? I see it not

And I recall you had fastened it thoroughly

Does it rest on a coat hanger, hastily loosened, for you to whistle another tune?

I did take a look into your eyes, your heart, and I had looked so deep

And I see it not, the spark flickering in an inverted fashion

And not the devil's deathwish in you

I see the pergaments before you, occupied within a single night

And they comprise no part of you, no part of me

I see but a clean coat on the hanger in a spacious hall

Reeking not of cheap parfume

Encrusted not with a single trace of vomit

Was a nostalgic night in the end

Not more than an odd moment in time?