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Tuesday, February 17, 2026

a still frame

 just heard the lights dimming

electric perfume in the breeze

mascara coloring outside the lines

multiple window wiper fragments 

shattered cell phone glasses

charcoal wings come to take away

the bones and flesh left behind.


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