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Green / Red

 Who is looking through my window?

Who are you?

Did you come to my house by mistake?

Did you think it was someone else’s house?

Do you like what you see?

Can you see between the cracks or is it the cracks that you are looking for?

There are plenty of cracks here.

Everything is blurred like you are watching a 3d film without the glasses.

Rainbow light.

I’m so sorry.

All is soft at the moment.

There is medication to be had and medication must be had.

A lack of attention to detail lives in the kitchen.

That’s just me.

I have tried. I have tried to make things nice.

As you put one shelf up another one falls.

Things come crashing to the ground.

Everything falls apart.

It’s all so jumbled in my head.

I am so many people all of whom are more interesting than me.

I am so many people.

But who are you?

Really?

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