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November 2020
A plane crashing that never seems to hit the ground to explode
into pieces. A frozen moment in time.
Distraught, but then cleansed.
Broken again, only to mend.
Our lives - a computer graphic having a glitch,
repetition of the same sold narrative,
and then static.
Fading out with no soft cushion for landing.
Volume being culled.
A big brother house of Covid guest stars.
...Sunday 22nd November 2020 2:42 pm
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