alone, at first resentful as the scotch escapes, but effortlessly ensnared by a glass, while distant once (possibly magnetic) imprints echo their clapping at sounds long gone But that Still resonate not from quality, no but in emptiness and vulnerability a night of television cloaked in life’s dreams protest futile and pointless … Continue reading alone, at first
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