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Apr 2017
I throw lightbulbs at cellophane walls and watch as they bounce onto the floor and shatter across my feet, sparks lighting my feet and then resting right there, beneath me: apart of me.
Marie-Niege
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Marie-Niege
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   Johnny Scarlotti
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