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Wallflower
Noise. White noise. Wallflower.
Whispers across the aisle.
Rising from the fog
Voice. “A million dollars.”
Are they talking to me?
Unexpectedly and not likely.
Who am I in this noise?
Is my voice recognizable?
Buy some time sometime
And use it in a better world.
How much? Charge it to my room.
When is it expected to arrive?
You do not know? What about expre...
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:08 pm
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