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Jun 2015
Comfort belies madness
in these white walls
clean sheets
warm water streamsβ€”
At night, I fall through
a foam mattress
into subconsciousness so
bleak black broken
like home like
past like
all.
steven
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steven
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   ---, Joseph Paris and NV
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