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"stage it set
script is written
curtain closes in.
this scene ends before it begins
it just ends”
"These used to be parts of the day that didn’t exist. Wordless and worn out. I’m falling over. Prop me up with moth eaten limbs. Drape me over a wilting frame. Let these bones be my cage. I’m awake when you’re asleep. You’re always sleeping."
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