well if there was something like adoration

it's been taken out of this home

and the foundations will crumble

before the walls are touched again

with greasy fingers

and someone let a purple folded

ten dollar bill fall onto the black

and white checkered linoleum

missing water and sunlight that birthed

its fibres long ago

now the rain's so useless



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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