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wreckage in pyjamas
throned on stubble
and early afternoon funk
clocked unmoving
crumbed dusty skin flakes
lint spills
over a coffee cup ring pattern
echoing a half eaten bowl
music looped over finality
repeated play
of the first unshared morning
into the next
and the next
a closed door
man behind the curtain
unshowered cereal scooping soggy spoonfuls
of wall shadow
into an empty mouth
lump sum swallowing things to say
sunken stares at blinking cursors
facing glare
their photos looking back
ones they both took
but that only he
will bother keeping
_____________________
-Peace
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