Somewhere you are alone
sometimes in a room you know too well
comes the sounds you never notice when they are present.
Creaking, banging, rolling sounds of laughter
confusion indifference.
Beneath the reign of internet terror
stood behind the glass in front of
becoming glass. Over stimulated on coffee and nicotine and patchy nights
There are rituals we follow…
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