Pause in juxtaposition

New years eve. 7:14pm. Slow anticipation into soothing moments of chardonnay. Draping the dumbest into mentally believing the numbness they’ve become. Maybe they will see, they will finally see. Somehow, sweeping past my knowledge of collectively gathering my words, stepping into the new moon of transparent disposition. Nevertheless, once again, bewildering the conversation of thoughts passed into surreal demeanor.


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