TITLE: bedtime // morning

By kashmir_komplekt

a little starched up, pumped up, he said:
“interior design. that’s a sweet venture”
while strings like satan’s cobwebs
left pathways across the ceiling.

“there’s an algorithm at work here” the other replied
“i just can’t quite spot the formulas that feed it”
tomorrow when they woke up
it was windy. and spring had not yet come.

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