glass wall the glass between you and the wind is interminable it is the thick bullet-proof glass. in case somebody were to try and shoot a mid-level professional in an open room. the glass seems a gate that you once opened air you once breathed before you found yourself here. suddenly gasping. wondering where the time went how it could have given you the slip so readily how you did not even question it as it closed the door how you smiled and said fine, fine, it is my lot. I must,…
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