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I walk into a city abandoned by its stones. On fading sands, sighing, then sinking behind my feet. The way back¬†home dries. I drift past windows¬†like haunted eyes, makeshift housings for yesterday’s lux. Reams of broken songs creasing against the walls. Homeless souls at my feet.

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