black and white as
the
sink,
the
floor, white
as
in the memories from
last
night
like
the two girls,
and
this day
or
morning not
starting
or ending
no
light,
only
the white,
no
one in the kitchen,
here
the tiles, seams in between, fractures,
no wish to go
no
need to leave
and the dripping
of
the white water
on
the black,
the
sweat,
no
memories,
as
the black
as
the white
the
cold tiles,
the
surface
of
the white,
the
endless of the black space for the memories to come.
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