inside the booth stood a lone woodstock
it feels like I heard a shattered glass when I first saw you
that would be the sfx
neutral, nothing in between
you may look undefinable
like time never ticked since you've decided
until I notice your hands and fingers
they told me stories
in a glimpse
I forgot how it took place
I did not have your hand held
I stood as I ponder
your secrets and dark fables
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