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Closet

Last night I unpacked my duffel bag and put my flak jacket back in the closet.
Then I went to my favorite restaurant in Dublin but the maître d’ said: “I’m sorry, the kitchen is already closed. It was a slow night.”


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your place looks like a desert as well.
'Closet' or 'Closed'?
I can see the mirage of a closet in your Dens' place desert, if that was the meaning.
Oh, a mistake
Closed restaurant has a heavier impact on me than a closet. I absolutely ignored the the duffle bag etc.
A strange spot on the carpet...
beige
poem:

it's beige.
all beige.
just beige.
to me.
Karin
I like beige. There's nothing wrong with it (as can be seen on the picture above).
It doesn't symbolise anything, like white symbolises heaven and black symbolises death.
What could you possibly mean when you write a poem line like:
"Its all beige, to me"?