I)
in the empty corridors
the locks
hang
like testicles
of an old man
II)
sooty faces
of the crumbling walls
mosaiced
with pink nudes
watch the congestion
of a cigaretted room
III)
the damp smelly underwear
almost cleaned
hang like
lifeless bats
on a swinging wire
IV)
who knows
you may even begin to like
the vapors of urine
near the fetid dirtied lavatory
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