DAVID GERARDINO - WINDOWS AND DOORS

IT gathers itself in one
spot, burns with all its
might, then falls to the
ground and disapates,
and yells, im done.
IT stands on four feet,
wears a flag, and spends
its time making maps of
you, me, and everyone eles.
ITS here, its every where,
still, with out us its nothing
but a smear.
IT moans and fucks about,
then shuts up, for its out of
gas.

DAVID GERARDINO

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