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 Re:Post 12

Arbeit:

Alone with our madness and favorite flower
We see that there really is nothing left to write about.
Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things
In the same way, repeating the same things over and over
For love to continue and be gradually different.

John Ashbery, “Late Echo” from As We Know. © 1979 by John Ashbery