under two empty shelves, the two white shirts echo their loneliness multiplied by four empty hooks to the right through the blinds. a Rorschach for my empty evening, giving order to this fractured pattern of expectoration and obstinate yearning.
i don't know anything about cleveland but i'm suddenly tempted to go. i wonder is it's not the same sort of icy grey and how much cyanoacrylate it's going to take to reassemble the shattered wheels of my cold, cold heart.
my gawd could out wait you gawd and it may be the reason my blood is so thick. my blood can wait for your blood whilst we both wait for this glue to solidify the sounds of smiling out loud.
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