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Bad Halos

I can see halos sometimes. I like to look in the mirror. And see the staticky snow that outlines me. My appearance is a secret, All I see is the light that surrounds. Surrounds me and serenades me. Like an omen, Or premonition. Of badness? Or of something else. I can see halos sometimes. I can’t see my face sometimes. I like to look in the mirror anyway.

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