Drink poured, dark.
Layered actres of bubblewrap
shrunk to the two-inch
Munch-scream 0 of the glass.
The texture of complexity,
But not the actuality of it.
It looks mind-blowing, the
myriad tiny bubbles. It's not.
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- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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