the walls, white, locked in a room. defeated, lost breath, unfound, unfounded. people, like figures of geometry, legends on a map, move in & out, breathing, of the room. their shapes cast shadows just when i thought they were not. i am uncomfortable; no one will comfort me. calling on the telephone, calling on the lord landline.
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