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John McChord

Peacock

Men of painted mustaches

Say nothing but mean everything

Smoke filled halls smother more holes in coats than coats cover skin

How much sorrow can you force to drip from the side of a glass

The nihilist and lover lie behind broken hazes

Most nights here last forever

Not even the sun or blue neon signs will find us

Why is this poison so sweet ?

Why is there no end to this unraveling .