In the Morning We Wore Each Other's Faces.
The shadow was inside of me as opposed to superglued to walking feet this morning as my little car crashed through car after car, refusing to slow nor quicken, but maintaining one common speed despite the changing surroundings and roadway signs. My capillaries turned to the most delicate of sugar glass and the infection began to spread through
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