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memory
i still love my memory, and its ability to
 dig deep.
 i can’t even find the strength to 
 think things through.
 
 these four green pale walls for company.
 my only hope is erasing the remnants
 of yesterday. 
 
 shaded green, bright green;
 it's a mellow atmosphere.
 
 close the curtains.
 close the door.
 
 red paint, mixing with the rest of the
 plastic paper plate.
 plaster marks my skin.
 
 outside, it's like a prison.
 
 this is just almost a cell.
 just almost.

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