Entry.
There are no blank spaces.
There is a clutter, of all that's familiar.
There are no fleshy faces.
Crowds of masks, braving the weather.
It is easier, baby, easier,
Than our self-silenced surrender.
Exit.
There are no blank spaces.
There is a clutter, of all that's familiar.
There are no fleshy faces.
Crowds of masks, braving the weather.
It is easier, baby, easier,
Than our self-silenced surrender.
Exit.
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