i still love my memory, and its ability to
i can’t even find the strength to
think things through.
these four green pale walls for company.
my only hope is erasing the remnants
shaded green, bright green;
it's a mellow atmosphere.
close the curtains.
close the door.
red paint, mixing with the rest of the
plastic paper plate.
plaster marks my skin.
outside, it's like a prison.
this is just almost a cell.
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