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Jan 2021
The sadness of a room bleeds through its walls and drips down onto the floor.
Vibrancy and melancholy dance circles round one another but never quite touch.
And the hollow whooshing of emptiness emerges from behind, sweeping past my shoulders and ears, reminding me that all is nothing and everything is one.
Written by
Delmar Crispin
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