Yellow

The room across the street,

In another universe,

Is yellow.

The walls of the building are blue,

A midnight blue,

The window frame white and cracking.

A man busies himself with nothing,

Sleeping now and then,

Airing sheets,

Writing,

Typing,

Listening to music,

I sometimes wonder if we are the same.

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