, with breath
like
liquid slightly viscous lovely
something
and melted touch
your eyes are synthetic
lips plasticine
there
are
people outside and
there is a technically open door
with
general disinterest
serving as a weak padlock
between
us, ________
and them, reality
It is raining outside but
what
is
'it'?
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