"a crowd of quiet lovers"
written after a hearty breakfast by jake kilroy.
unearthed with grit in the muscles,
pulled back like a victorian curtain,
there were heavens in each of us,
circuses in the chest,
dinner parties in the depths.
we were a mass of loners
spread across the world,
thinking, my god,
if only they knew.
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