A face away from cunning, a charicature
A craving
A seat to brag upon, an ambiance, a radiance.
Swift and gray, expansive a gasp away to turn and suddenly bump into a conversation unhinged unplugged and deaf
Muted
To tune into not the words of it
But the fine balance of nothingness and of oblivion
With a long pole in hand, to walk the fine thread while a
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