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Showmanship

by blabhabans22

Ha, I get it. The shine is from a wet cloud against a sun that stands in the rain. I get that the way the gloss shimmers and you don’t want that- the rain. you don’t like the flash. the drips. the wetness like hair growing over your face. you don’t like the way the hood moves in the light. you don’t like the way the glass reflects images of a second there and a second now. (And how they are the same.) but the sun is against us. *(So is the light! Collusion? How can’t it be)* Look away! didn’t you hear? the light wants to show off, the light wants to prove you never had it. the light wants to illuminate the sound of things we can’t hear of things we set aside of things we think others want to see.
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Written by
blabhabans22
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Published
May 31, 2014
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