The Wistful Petal
The glass is cold. You hold it. It is thin. It is clear. You see your hand. You see your face. It is not your face. It is a mask. It is a lie. The room is small. The walls are white. The air is stale. It smells of dust. It smells of fear. It smells of old paper. You are in a box. The box is high. The box is above the street. You look down. The cars are toys. The people are ants. They move. They...
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