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and a note
in my cold uptown flat
where everything
seems varnished by
blue light
i want to
come back
i crumple it
it crumples
o pride
i am so cold
i have no idea
if i can be warm
*
who needs help more
her me or them
or him
if i love her again
will she leave me
again i ask the wall
over and over again
i ask the wall
a blue wall
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