Please, I beg of you, dispose of used tissues properly

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

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All new

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from

The Institute’s own

Poet Laureate

 

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doomed

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In the middle of a seat on the train

someone has left a used tissue

I guess it won’t be long now

until we’re all woken from our sleep

by voices calling in the night

“Bring out your dead”

“Bring out your dead”

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poet

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