"And high above,
Through a lit apartment window
Appear the ceilings and moldings,
The corner of a frame
Hung high on the wall
By someone you'll never meet
And you start to miss her too"
-Dave Smallen
I am nowhere, and my bones are melting into a person who used to be more surviveable.
I am in between walls and walls.
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