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[googlybear]

One of the blinds in the labs has twisted into a gnarled fan shape and i can't help staring. Instead of looking out, I stare transfixed at the cutout shape between me and outside, against the pane of glass. It is cold and windy out there, but being sick and on foot has not prevented me from getting my fix lately

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the poem

[anonymous]

it's beautiful.