Odds And Ends

Life becomes this. A collection of trinkets,
random pieces moved into this new room again:
ballcap, t-shirt from this band you have on tape, that

you can not play, this shot of staff whose
faces you can not name. Still, this space
is filled with odds and ends, with this kiss
from this artist who’s long done.

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A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

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