I sit
with the damp air
pruning my feet
even inside
my woolen slippers
the blank wall
so desolate
save a stray nail
I have yet to remove
And so I have
removed everything
that reminds me of you
except
just as the man in solitary
needs no record player
my memory
needs no reminder
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