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glass pane centerfolds small boxes of beauty youth as a possession inside leaking maple
fleeting at best but we exist infinitely in these ageless seconds, stuck between a locket and two closed fingers
to be the object or the craving neither being human two sides of the same coin worn smooth by decades of back-alley purchases
humanity as a commodity conscious uncertainty as a billboard-cigarette image confusing purpose the mirror as a canvas as a distraction as art











