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Dec 2019
Sitting where we stood
Sitting where we stood,
There was no crackle in the air.
The colors were dull,
The room diminished, flat.
Or maybe that was just me.
The smiles seemed muted, in my half-spectral state, but to be fair, how can one trust what's only half seen?
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