Crash upsets the table of values.
Echoes caught on one wall, struggle there.
The dent in the seat cushion begins its rise.
Wealth of one shadow.
The full room, made of old materials.
Light, thrown from the body, bunches on the floor.
Window, open a crack, lets in color
rain has been going over.
River responds to this stone.
Offer me the hand that is colder.
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