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"Even the boxes" Serenade #... [120]
Even the boxes...
No sunset worthy of leaving my bed.
An hour later a faint blue glow in the northwest teases me.
I know its game.
It ducks behind the mountains to reappear at some ungodly morning hour.
As if I care.
This day of nothing's followed by more nothingness.
Even the boxes I gather to store my memories remain unfilled.
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