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Heater hallways shake beneath the blue sky/ Apartment flash of childhood howling thru top floor window Pink memories and ambient music while stoplights blink for their empty streets. I'm wandering alone in this town and the cat is sleeping off his traumas of being a man "COLOR VIBE LIMITED TICKETS AT ESQ"                   half a sign away from meaning but the abstraction                                   means something in itself Black hand pointed to the doorbell of the cosmos all lit up I'm present in a quiet fluorescent shopping complex on the way home, I like that anonymous kitchens are still unified and yellow/ these pattern lives remain/ optimists I'll never know/ lovers that browse the antique shop up my street and have a certain fondness for the velvet hat on the rack (that's     how    I    feel   about   this    whole    neighborhood) "NO SMOKING WITHIN 7 METERS" Means nothing to the morning before bussiness hours
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
walk home from a night of distant ringing at the nearby park
Heater hallways shake beneath the blue sky/ Apartment flash of childhood howling thru top floor window Pink memories and ambient music while stoplights blink for their empty streets. I'm wandering alone in this town and the cat is sleeping off his traumas of being a man "COLOR VIBE LIMITED TICKETS AT ESQ"                   half a sign away from meaning but the abstraction                                   means something in itself Black hand pointed to the doorbell of the cosmos all lit up I'm present in a quiet fluorescent shopping complex on the way home, I like that anonymous kitchens are still unified and yellow/ these pattern lives remain/ optimists I'll never know/ lovers that browse the antique shop up my street and have a certain fondness for the velvet hat on the rack (that's     how    I    feel   about   this    whole    neighborhood) "NO SMOKING WITHIN 7 METERS" Means nothing to the morning before bussiness hours
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
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