front and rear no windows,
one thousand doors,
different colored pills
how sordid
how palette colors
and no key.
Silence and a buzz with heels, no respite
.
a telephone, in the light table
a vessel, two ice,
and six napkins written.
miss that moment you missed
someone
Repair,
while haze that reached me and I hope
, static.
and still scamming the guy who went
to accept who I am.
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