None

Ending the silent treatment,
punch drunk teeth,
knocked out,
finding a cab ride home
without the desired reciprocation.
Fifteen bucks to
mellow in the back seat,
feeling more like the trunk,
with confinement,
eyes floating like a fish tank,
bubble fuzz slowly
disappears as I exit,
dissolving into dark hallway.

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