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The Fallen

The bar is noisy in a half-full way. A smoky disbursement, muted archipelago’s of ersatz companionship. I am adrift you are isolated by a cowed sadness - fair game. I need to tell you I am not him, only a disposable shadow of him, yet I am available in a room somewhere, a rented space to practice a disgrace. We could both be company for this longing, both temporarily plugged in, but not into each other.

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