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A coffee pot, all smelling hot and some is spilled on the counter appiccicoso . . . a glass with no ice cubes but even it has sweat . . . a butter knife, still slightly spinning but the smear of butter creates tender friction. An armchair and no ruby-ed crown . . . that coffee stain, spreading slowly like pond ripples on a beige carpet . . . a compact disc on top of a cassette on top ofa record on top of . . . a broken stereo. There are broken stairs to rhyme with the broken stereo, and a broken hinge on two out of three doors, but the doors themselves still work. A soft, king-sized mattress (and here the crown resides) it's not plush or in any way comfortable, it's just a a place for solace . . . and a place for prayer. . . In short,it's the perfect place for a man and a woman to be laying there.
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J. Maw
I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself. Michel de Montaigne
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