Sometimes the room inside
smells of fresh paint and starvation
a colorless monochrome
the smell blanches all the color
out of you
leaving dry piles
of bleached bones
starched sheets and pillow cases
you are alone, alone , alone
smells of fresh paint and starvation
a colorless monochrome
the smell blanches all the color
out of you
leaving dry piles
of bleached bones
starched sheets and pillow cases
you are alone, alone , alone
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