Kind letters from crones dissolving in diamond sunlight. Selfishness as a backwards-worn throat totem. Impotent rage from arguing with shadows. Except that's exactly backwards. Because we argue with shadows, our rage is sterilized. Weeks of the quiet emptiness of existing. Pages yellowed by tomorrows, unwritten and tossed in a cellar. All the correspondences end the same: .
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