monotanka group

 hotel loneliness as thick as bread     "i'll see you in a few..." he says leaving 

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gingko leaves a wild yellow     slathering thick mustard on his sandwich this quiet Sunday

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aged album — yellowed pictures of moman as a child bride outside approaching storm

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how to lay out my feelings in one line     woman ascending on an elevator 

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too much flirting...i never tell him how i feel     we just greet each other and go 

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come midnight texting you     with happiness rushing to kitchen for a glass of wine 

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smell of fermented wine—alluring     i suppose i do have unresolved 'daddy issues'