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The wood stained boards that fondle me so gently

Those wood stained boards they fondle me gently

They caress my soul and take my spirits high

I wander nowhere

These wood stained boards with black circles encapsulate

The white ceilings here

The red blankets outside my windows

The blue curtains feel me

The blackness my grasp before me

The whiteness and the nails in the boards

The circles around the brown fragments

There's nothing left on the boards

Those curtains hang before me on a semblance of a foreign solace on the blue backgrounds here

The brown fragment boards wrap around a pale carcass no more

The doors are ripped off the seams there's nothing left attached the green basket filled with laundry

There's nothing left attached here in apartments filled with nothing the snow wrapped around this building

The doorknobs lay unlocked at the hinges and the fierce freezing leaves they wisp around me, they wisp my ears, the ears squeal with sorrows

Those nails take me another time and the capsules transport me, transfixed

The nails boarden up my walls and the black cat on the pavement

Like a black cat it stares at the bright lights

It stares at the bright lights