RETOOLING THE FABRIC
People talk funny these days: the
wedging no longer holds open the
door of ideas. I proclaim: 'There's
nothing left!' Empty hallways and
battered corridors lead only to the
vacant offices of the broken past.
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I just spoke to that girl over there :
she's claiming to be a specialist
in recovering broken spirits but I
know she's really not. Telephone.
Stylish boots. Encumbrances
that only complicate the mind.
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There is no clarity left.
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