we stopped by a grove of anxious trees groping the stabbing wires of fences with their curling hands with power lines seething Zzt with activity with the clicking language of a swamp-all in a stark alley illuminated with silver sticky threads
my shadow flickers in the corner, not mimicking my motions
anymore.
how will i learn to mimick it- so well that i'm not seen with a such a nonconformity dancing around me and mocking my existence ?
how will the endless ever end.
i don't know.
all i know is
uhm nothing.
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