The thoughts of an amateur poet.
The blurry landscape on a rainy day.
The outpourings of a broken-hearted songsmith.
The lukewarm water served with a straw.
I sit in my third-floor isolation listening to the disco pumped in through the internet radio and think about The Picture of Dorian Gray and what I'm gonna do with my paycheck. I am anywhere but work right now.
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