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Sebastian Vane

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Poetry by Sebastian Vane

My father gave me his silence the way you give a child a coat—too big, too cold, but meant for the weather ahead.

The whole city is asleep except the part of me that keeps a list.

They were the kind of hands that could fix things. The carburetor kind.

I pressed Lobby. / I pressed it with conviction.

Physicists say most of the universe is dark matter...