Soul Ajar Watched a still #life through a hole, Dark still Red eyes staring wooden frames Baroque or plain Groveling through the aisles Of a miserable supermarket in the suburbs I dreamt of that girl dreaming golden frames Staring with that maroon eye At my black eye And I dissolved in downtown streets Everywhere, eyelids ajar Mixed with dust Floater Shadow of me
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