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God help us : Audrey's phone is back tomorrow.
The shield man's stop.
It is shut and folded a moderate inflammation. Empty unguarded walls run, dried-out, dead. Here all the colours bleed; lost hard expressions within the remnants of not said. Jilted, steady warriors, in an ashen waxy set. He is a fallen man, bearing small meagre things, old things from a dying world, odd things things that even now feel the pulling of the hour. A temporaryness of love to be abandoned here. MB
Sunday, 7 January 2024
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