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it seems the blue lights drift ghostly past the windows more often these days each occasion bringing with it a momentary fleeting interest in where the drama is currently residing at who's pillow might be tear-stained through the night at who's door fear and anxiety are being permitted to step inside at who's house has become a closed film set waiting to be stripped of content until only walls doors windows and memories remain but as commercials end attention returns once more to a stronger more constant source of blue light and all present are thankful that at least the banshees that wailing of sirens has been silenced in time
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Oct 27, 2022
Oct 27, 2022 at 10:24 AM UTC
blue light
it seems the blue lights drift ghostly past the windows more often these days each occasion bringing with it a momentary fleeting interest in where the drama is currently residing at who's pillow might be tear-stained through the night at who's door fear and anxiety are being permitted to step inside at who's house has become a closed film set waiting to be stripped of content until only walls doors windows and memories remain but as commercials end attention returns once more to a stronger more constant source of blue light and all present are thankful that at least the banshees that wailing of sirens has been silenced in time
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Oct 27, 2022
Oct 27, 2022 at 10:24 AM UTC
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