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displacement, the basement, isolation
relented six stairs naked bulb, tired lungs,
tired eyes, crooked not up but sideways
for now. the and fall and gentle drops
precipitation never stops i pulled the
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. ashtrays
are volcanoes now apartments in red and
brown salt the earth and grow notice
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 fail reflection
ghostly pale you're while
i cementing my fear ...