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my wood grain zenith purrs heat and no meaning
watching the earth blizzard through a sliding glass door
my girlfriend blames me for seasonal affective disorder
i think she may be intoxicated and everything feels remote
like my chair is a small island with only one coconut tree
immediately i wish i was a particle of static on a TV screen
as it advertises ED pills, pectoral machines, and cologne
