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Desa Year In A Red Room

someone else's game. How I miss the secret sounds. A fluttering eyelash or a dance floor collision. Childhood left without a sound. Our eyes were stuck

my old regrets. Important thoughts have found a big hole and I looked into it. Lo and behold you were inside pulling up your white t-shirt one day before my birthday. Indeed a

There's blood caked on the shoebox. Letters inside spell out words that start with a 13 year old heart that a string of mishaps ripped apart. There's

a point to your charades. I had those vague gestures bagged before yesterday. You ignore each other's questions. Somehow your shoulders can freeze a room

. Flying 10,000 feet above a silent surface, I detect the first trace of vibration. A ripple on the surface. A hum beneath the water. It swells rapidly to a

in. Opposing sides are both right and wrong at different times. A man complains about the price of a jag while another is frozen to sleep. They share a