“Marmalade Mane” While riding the train, I hold in a sneeze. No pollen in sight, just perfumed ladies. Space is fleeting. We’re all quite close. The drip keeps on coming, a volatile nose. Standing in front of me, a proximal shadow. A marmalade mane,…
“Toil” Grinding on. Grinding on. Paths fraught with discomfort. Stretching out into the foreseeable future. Desired rest elusive. Chasing our own tails. When will it be decided? Grinding on.
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