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table set-- the party rings like a phone

"Moments aren't meant to last forever"

Looking into a corner at 90* of nothing, unable to turn, I imagine significance. I look and wonder as fences of barbed wire disguised as dew drops, speak to me after I lick them, telling me nothing, in it's silence you feel the quake of yourself, then conscious of a taste of blood on your tounge. They notice the blood drip from your chin, full of envy, becuase you are hateful for them. Your eyes misspeak, but you don't right it. You feel a large drop of blood hit your chest, watch it roll dow...