the tile is cold
the dust clinging to my socks
corks are popping i’m coughing
cherries grapes tangerines sugar slide down my tongue with my tears and the lyrics trapped in my throat
to a song blaring in my ear but sounds like it’s coming from another room
if i am alone in this room of people am i settling
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? to that question at the end: yep