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The Fridge

Cold

cold room, tall, no sun
three woman high
five by three, small
yet not large, walkable

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The Room,

empty, except for one, and one

One, just burnt
long night
the flame loders, at the ligaments, as they pause
the life, around, down, all systems, down

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Bold

head, high, looking
at you
then tilted, offside
to one o’clock
feeling

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