Receptacle

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I turned a blind corner

Into a deaf alley

And in the vacuum

Dogs howled soundlessly

 

Till dawn’s rusty lips

Smacked with decorous

Thunder but all I

Recall of you is you:

 

Dripping your pearls

Into the maw of an

ATM making it none the

Wiser.

 

Obselete as a mailbox

No life breathes into me.

We all know how each other is doing.

Or merely don’t care.

 

 

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