October 11, 2019

My heart is inside something. Or around everything or not separated from the shadows.

I see and feel


Too sensitive to feel through the traffic and the

Buzz hum of the

trains rolling over or around the kitchen workers saying

"OW"   "OW!!!"

It's Saturday the city Cutlery trays never stop People

Need entertainments

Gush Gush crash crash Sick Gush

Lying across...

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