I never meant to put it on the shelf that I can’t reach and now it’s hard to ask for help from anyone. I used to climb the cabinets and take a look inside of it, but now I have this fear of falling down. With noses pressed against the screen and cold cement under skinned knees, we watched the silhouettes and heard the screams. And I remember promising that I would not repeat that scene as the Ryder turned the corner of our street. Slip as I’m marking time. Fall for the perfect line. There is a tell tale sign. Hide from your own design. The tattered remnants of an old tattoo. The stain of fine red wine. I stay away because it makes me hollow. the finalist declines.
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