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The Never Born

We know they exist because warm breath leave marks on wine glasses. In the basilisk black or bright glare we stare behind our eyes seeing them drift into life once more. As mind turns to glimpse itself the ‘never born’ are there within the smoky periphery, of a sight unseen.

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