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[soslo]

"the worlds receeding hair line
gets worse in fireplace moments and
flannel shirts.
he needs warming up in the winter.
no good under a frozen street light.
the sun in an ice cube tray.
the blue curtains in the window next door
never swallow sunshine.
the empty glass on the corner table.
the straw with its face blushing.
the drum break for our conversation
about everything and nothing.
dinner to death
tired of dreaming.
fishing blindfolded for fireflies
that burnt out over thirty years ago.
the uncooked dinner party we missed
for an old sitcom rerun.
the laugh track my mind cant get
out of its mind."
-b.hammers