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displacement, the basement, isolation
relented six down naked bulb, tired lungs,
tired eyes, crooked not up but sideways
for now. the rise and fall and gentle
precipitation never stops i the clouds
inside me and now it's again. cried in
my last night for the first time. dying while
i live, living where we die. futility six feet
deep within the coffee grounds. there
are volcanoes now apartments in red and
brown salt the earth and never grow
ashes look like snow falling and sitting there
more trash than the fair the smell of
crowds, a nose a smell familiarly morose
half-assed attempt only to half-assed reflection
pale you're waving while
i cementing my fear ...