and nothing else, other than an hodge-podge of flotsam,
objets trouvés with no glamour.
And lots of plastic and cardboard.
Discarded civilization.
One way to get back to the civil society, from back there,
the hole where they two found shelter.
In each other too.
Humbly asking of life no more than another day.
The rest of us can hardly imagine a love like a scaffold like that.
The day one of them blacks out
is simply the end of the world. Embittered.
The sheer loneliness.
The sheer loneliness.
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