your face melts downwards and to the right. a dark spot highlights travel timeline. some people tell you unintelligible things. you're there, you're like this, you look like that.
how many lives are being lived in this body, with the small forehead and the too short legs? how many stories projected onto this mirror, with noone looking in?
the storyteller is a vessel, please yourself and fill it up
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