I want to pour out
over those worst days
as if it were possible
to do so in advance
my most expensive perfume
but we’re all still waiting here in terror
behind the gate
at a certain angle you can see
the camps through the fence
dogs barking and sirens
put away three months of food
build a shelter
my timid friends
once led to the abyss
we must deliver.
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