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Sep 2019
Still.

Frozen.

Paralysed.

Nothing here, nothing there.

Nothing before, nothing behind.

No future. No past.

Nothing.

But the wailing and the pounding. The smoke and the haze. The colours and the lights.

And you.
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Connor Armenti  22
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