My story is

here. Here. In this glass. In this room. In this breath and wink. Aware of all around me because of purple puddle, that reflection, how the tasted insinuations couple with the current track. She has me aware and into what I see, feel, sense, want to sing. Bring glass to just below my eyes and the notes appear, narrate their and my fate. Only coherence and collusion, no break.

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mikemadigan

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