replacements, ltd.

this was a sanatorium from another dream
you have never met more bitterness writhing at infinity plus one
than the emptiness from its empty rooms
with moldy and shriveled walls
with floors rotted away
no
even on the other side of the road
someone else has died
another star is born
because they have just renovated the old bread factory

here at my place it’s raining and they restore a medieval saddle
with ruby beads

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