past jars and cycled
worlds
plastered across the silenced
echoes that spill
alone
down
streets of blackened spice
resigned
wheeled
spun
our loaded memories
our hands clawed and hung
on the locks and bars
of an empty tattooed space
it's closed
all
closed
and we apologize for the inconvenience
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