Monday, February 3, 2014
brown carpet
brown like dirt
recycled, filtered air, and awkward silences
outside the ground is covered in sludge
but I would rather be out there
than sitting in this cafe
as souls with empty, lifeless eyes
walk by, ignoring me.
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