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2009-07-29
grey motel


The sun is lost in the sky. I'm in love with dust the passing years have piled around me. I drink beer by the edge of the empty swimming pool in another afternoon at the grey motel. The other residents left years ago. They said they were going out to shoot a bear and never returned. I'm in love with the emptiness my existence builds in the lamplight of a quiet room.


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