ClutterA Poem by hjcmYou don’t quite fit, wrecking the homeostasis of number 24, with your surplus of matter and jarring positive outlook. Already a wave benumbs your face, that cynicism and negativity exiling you from the confines of here and out into the cold or the dark upstairs. The water tastes wrong and clutter lies on every surface. © 2010 hjcm |
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