how much have we flitted between crowds, or to us that we'd seem like normal people for that small instant. watching those windows glowing from apartment towers whose light shrank so small it made our little dreams of a life like that seem like the dust or grains from shattered things across the hard sky. glazed across our eyes, something like starlight or at these restaurants where it was just the cieling fluoresence gives everything a kinda glow like we living a good life out here...some future light that gnaws at all the chatter until it cradled this one momentor something like that
nowhere else but here
yeah, like that time...
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