monday.
wow.
how hapless.
how helpless.
the dumb child of the family
in the basement where it should be.
in a corner
on a corner
in the room
by a nook
in the alcove
by the alcohol
and the
soiled linens in the aquaduct.
where syncopation should be
where desolute should be
where relief should be
where death should be
where aluminum should be
where glass should be
where death should recede
where it all should be
of
where i am,

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