.Nothing less than the sound of footsteps
Condensing into a shape
Sneaking into the murky urban cafe of crispy mornings
Realized it was a mirror after hours of work
They are filth
And also easily lost in the labyrinth of the theory of their
Own art this easily percepte.
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