thoughts at shuttle level
Something light. Maybe heavy in places. Like a fresh mozzarella slice.
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seemingly at random
until yr in their purview and
they come to you as phantoms
you came here once on business
now that slum has been converted
the same for that hospital
gone condo cause it's deserted
another one is open
but you know it's been maligned
fate will been determined
can't be much but resigned
a restaurant closed down
i used to go there every day
but im not broken up
they were mad rude anyways
