Luke-warm, stagnant.
Collision or sun-scorch, to breathe
The puddle to life.
Drank red wine and drove
To the store to forget you.
Wrote this on the way.
Spinning is slower.
Or I'm faster? No matter.
Better, still dizzy.
Haiku to my soul:
red paint on the white canvas
of numbing affairs.
red paint on the white canvas
of numbing affairs.
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