Pause
In a world of bleary eyed splendour, and a warped sense of being, we walk down the aisles pretending not to look. The rain falls down around us and we fight it with umbrellas and galoshes. The by-lanes of the mind rot in unuse and the spaces we search for are forever lost. The sun sets in brilliant flames of red and gold and a wordless sigh escapes.
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