The Photocopy Machine

by Sorrows In A Serenade

Green glow consumes the person.

Churning, whirring,
White papers with black dots, white papers with black dots, white papers with black dots
Again.
The same blots on the same purity.

Hours and hours and hours. Again.

White blouse. Black skirt. White nails.
Permed black hair. White ring. Black boots.

Hello,

How do you do?

Please pay,
$x for one pristine replication.

One Comment to “The Photocopy Machine”

  1. Different but good Melanie

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