white walls washed white with paint until they turn black

blue hotels with no guests

caged in a class room with no desks

lighter fluid lights faster with a breath

window panes with no glass

running down a street with no soles

concrete creates open wounds

red goes into sewer drains until they overflow

asking questions to white walls

four walls but no room

black is night yes,

but white is not noon

white is everything but viewed as nothing

somehow it consumes

stare too long and it'll move

white walls are washed white with paint until they turn black 

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