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Reception
she sits
curled up
with a long white shirt
stretched over her knees..
and paints
graffiti items
on the wall she's leaning back against..
so she can feel at home.
"So pull the hood
over your head
to block the silence
of my absence...
and I will do the same
because truth be told,
there's no moonlight in this room
without you...
and I think the walls are coated
with a certain static
laced with tears --
reception is impossible
so I just stare at
the smallish buttons on the phone
until they blur into
arrays of numbers..
and I count the ways I love you.."
