somber listless limply lonesome crawling towards the revolving door that leads you in circles until u drag your
self round the bend & back to the mirrors only for the reflection to wince away from you again. you can't scroll through a windowpane but you can throw a stone through it so that the glass shatters in every direction, you can stomp the shards til they are dust. go for a hike through the field with the particles stuck in the crevices of your boots leaving a trail of microscopic sharpness thru the innocenct land. if you see the stairs just ignore them. not yet.
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