it is an inhalation.
i am without sway; nurture in the place of that other one.
i am coal blackened; i shall remain a figure of ill omen.
you are awakening from a dream of sickness; the table removed from our kitchen.
i am not the original table. you are not the pictorial tableness/tability/ of the historical.
we are the words on an old chimney. we no longer wish to be the colours we once knew.
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