Pink roses wilting on sogging
thorny stems, resting in a faded
vase, half-filled with rotted
water. Through the window,
the milky sun sits encrusted in gray
fog. A spider weaves its cotton
candy web in the corner of my
studio. The clock glows neon
white on the silvery
face of the microwave. Has new
love finally found me?
heartbreak and cigarettes 
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