Late autumn plays the angles
To corner the market of dining room
pocket litter-
A hard wiring of ninety –
degrees
a must to wet mop the dust
of a digital interference…
wi-fi too high to solo
brings me to my knees
and the flat of Cat 6 is an apartment fix,
(Maybe?)
but whatever speed I LAN on
will surely have hastened my days
Dark
Light
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