House

Uncle Al’.

kettle

aunts bread

coffee

‘Home’

dusty liquors

Dummy

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Coussin

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clocks 2

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A pathetic urge to feel away
So by my window I smoke a big J.
As I inhale, my head turns into a big empty stadium.
The street lights are on and everybody sleeps.
The air is cold, I can see my breath from inside my room.
Ashes fall into my notebook. I dirty my pinky by sweeping them off.

I feel better than dead.
There is an ease to my wondering mind,
Bathed in a white foamy smoke.

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