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You look across the table, and it stares blankly back at you.

You’re the itchy-eye sort of tired today.

You belong in the potholes, the stomachache step down.

Your words taste like beguilement, rosy and soft.

Your voice inflects seamlessly, lilting in the heavy air.

The empty space smiles as your footsteps fade.



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