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  • People are talking in clusters and groups.
    You find them behind doors and in rooms.
    Crackling through the electronic circuits.
    They are talking in circles in puzzles.
    By innuendo and insinuation.

    What do they know of the long crawl of another’s life?
    The pressure and fear not from a Tiger-Mom, or cheering fans but the demon of eternal oblivion.

    Let us change costumes,
    Please, put on my shoes or perhaps his or hers.
    You see now?
    It was not what you thought you knew.

    Now let me be,
    Shadows interfere with my imagination.

    Let me tend to the world of water and sky.
    So much time has been wasted already.
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