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- Release at allpoetry
I sit in this room for days and hours / where off-white walls and weak lamps and burning bulbs scream blasphemies / of the bed, warmed by bodies using it to find / dreams and intercourse and comfort / - roadblocks. at allpoetry
you open your eyes and it’s dark. you can see a cherry glow radiating beneath the window covers; the glow, it comes from an alien aircraft or the christmas lights i still keep on though it’s april. you can open the covers onc
