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The Only Place For Sale

Are you a flower in the reflection of my eye?

Sweeping through my winded apartment,

Falling to my knees after argybargy with former spouse,

No time to dwell on time

The fridge is full of blood

I’m the lone townsperson again

Who is here to stake their claim on the land?

Shook hand,

Crook eye

Battered cortex

Not knowing right from left,

You from right.

One doesn’t answer,

Something about cancer ravaging her mother

One doesn’t remember nor need the reminder,

Something about me being a disease

Raise a bottle to mania

Laughing maniacally as the apartment spans time

I’ll never leave here,

Even after I go.

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