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I awake in the same room each morning. I lay and face the abstract truth as it shines, skewed and slanted, through the blinds, into glazed and reluctant eyes. I sit and wonder if it’s the same for you. But I doubt it. Ever since I heard this new and ruthless truth I try and force the emotion out. A feeling established as eyes meet over a burial. Dancing on the grave of a cause for tears brings pause for thought. Scratching at the surface from underneath I look up. Smoke rises, through crystal lines and the strategic bombs of a war of little thoughts. My mind fluctuates in a constant high. It grows and I understand you a little better until tomorrow.
