They do not
turn off the lights.
Out of fear,
they fall asleep.
The alley
swallows the voice
so that a nameless name
may only
be whispered
under the breath.
A body,
breathless,
left beside the gutter.
Between the cobblestones
something
soundless
rises
again.
Arsalan – Wiesbaden
March 2, 2026
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