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I think of it, sometimes in passing that corner. or climbing those stairs, two bodies entangled against the rail. getting off the rails. did they, too recognise something stranger in a stranger? something I too thought I had found. that night I saw it. I was sure. the light behind the pain. fireworks behind closed eyelids. ready to chase it all down the rabbit hole. I was already falling: Wonderland wondering, wandering lost. but no. it was just - just a wet puddle on impassive bitumen. just a mirage. a trick of the light. whose light? I suppose it was nothing, just something very ordinary after all.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
after all.
I think of it, sometimes in passing that corner. or climbing those stairs, two bodies entangled against the rail. getting off the rails. did they, too recognise something stranger in a stranger? something I too thought I had found. that night I saw it. I was sure. the light behind the pain. fireworks behind closed eyelids. ready to chase it all down the rabbit hole. I was already falling: Wonderland wondering, wandering lost. but no. it was just - just a wet puddle on impassive bitumen. just a mirage. a trick of the light. whose light? I suppose it was nothing, just something very ordinary after all.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
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