...Just a moment as I astutely read some of the writings on the confines of my own walls...
It was just a moment.
Perhaps the ink will spill for a while in the shade of ambivalence or perhaps in a way that would profoundly jest.
Was I stern or was I merely just a fallacy?
I don't know. All I know is that the way I weave the words I speak in the fiction I live is juggled by the mirror rhythm that reciprocates on the other side.
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