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Feb. 2005 Walk into the room
see the dust covered broom.
Look in the kitchen,
with the dishes piled high.
Telling this person was in no position
to clean without being shy.
The bed says the person was alone
only one side used,
never letting it be known
never caring to lose.
The den says the person was an artist.
The smell of paint strong,
pictures of smiles in a cyst.
Sculptures of things that seem to have gone wrong,
things painted in dark midnight colors,
hiding from all others.
