borrowed shapes
shuff
ling,
limp
ing
above earth,
escape
ing
like stems,
reach
ing
to a glass
cei
ling,
find
ing
light
for faces
they will never see.
borrowed shapes
shuff
ling,
limp
ing
above earth,
escape
ing
like stems,
reach
ing
to a glass
cei
ling,
find
ing
light
for faces
they will never see.
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The little boy, the snowglobe and all of television