A gathering of fearless jackdaws. Deliberate strutting and keen yellow eyes. Perfectly juxtaposed against the shuffle of mindless feet. Fluffy white bone spurs in the sky, slicing clean against the cerulean. Browsing old personals ads in decades old dating magazines. Every torn and missing page would have been the perfect lover. Another mandate of loneliness rattles over omnipresent 1984 speakerphones. Everyone who would hear is already dead, or deliberately deaf.
4:19 p.m. - 2020-12-09
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