Here Lies What We Stumble Through
1. First Impressions
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2. Indecisions: a fear of missing out.
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3. A quiet conflagrated orchestra,
In the breath,
In the creaks of the chairs,
as my creaky bones rest.
In the silent humanity,
Before someone puts on music.
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