Fluctuations.

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this brightness is too bright, it kills inspiration and everything else

I wait for it to diminish and once that happens, I can stop waiting for it to diminish

and do something else

right now, each point is on fire that connects to every other point behind these cracked walls

I touch each point with certain fear

the game is no less fun but for how long can this game keep running

heavy rains have washed all the roads

all the clouds have emptied on our roofs and in our balconies

a natural excrement and I returned home all wet.

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