The August Fengler
‘I am the cage of freedom’
She spoke
And nothing more
My cigarette ash
Is falling upon my scarf
And she is crushing
A lemon
With a screwdriver
The people in that place
Were like creatures
From a vague and awful
Painting
The night outside was immense
Swallows cut the steel lights
To shreds
Candles burned my thoughts
To carbon shadows
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