PAM REHM
 
 

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A roof is no guarantee
that you'll sleep

The unease of premises
pins together the curtains
at night

Waiting for a clearness
of purpose

Eating 3 meals a day
We go to bed hungry

Privacy is not a remedy

We've become separated
by "efficiencies"
Nobody can do anything with

A kind of machine person
Floundering in the dark

It's hard to believe
5 sparrows were sold for this