CHAIR, SOFA AND BED

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Between these three points of love

And sloth ( Mostly the latter ),

I flounder. Resting, without laurels,

Restlessly. Pausing between pauses

To inventory this harvest of regret;

To consider, from every angle of unease,

This permanent rut…to forever name remainless,

Staring at a curtain.

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