For whom

I like the sound of the rain
Through an open window. no pane

I like the arched doors in dark bitter cold
German vampire hotels wet with mold

I can still smell the copper blood
Bullet smoke and dried up flood

I like the sound of no one around
The peace of eden. Before all the clowns

I like it when you stop breathing.
And there’s the smell of fog. Late evenings

11:45pm is now told

As two random church bells toll

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