Cracked window
releases the criminals
of the cold.
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My fat cat
full of fluffy rolls
twirls into a little ball
a little ball of joy
and starts a steady purr
beside me on a crisp
Sunday morning.
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Confronted by another
red light,
another empty tank,
I stay still in a vast
sea of ships
adrift in a 10 mile
radius in which
I call home.
Are there more
oceans out there?
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Fluorescent colored
lights shine,
like the souls of clutter
in time,
to the rhythm of the
song that lingers low in the
air,
pulling on the hands and
feet of many.
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