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forever behind glass

On the edge of everything, playing tag.


with wrought-iron faces, we danced without the glow of the past. submerged. between plaster molds. slurred mouths pronouncing disgusting messes on the floor. creaked on the third step. fouled up the contemplative atmosphere. broken strings. placebo effect.
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