"Now that you have gone
or strayed away...
I sit and listen to the hiss
of traffic and invoke
into this burned and gutted
room some ghost, some
vague resemblance of a time.
Off-on, on and off,
like one long sick
electric dream.
This state is confused state.
Out there everyone
is greedy for her love."
"Desierto" by Jim Morrison
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