Blaming well shaped shadows for the fading light. Knowing the sweet sounds in the air come from a certain direction. Looking up, neon lights blinding me.
Another night. Another me. Changing dimensions like clothes. Fresh. New. Trendy.
You. My dimension. Right now. Time doesn't exist. Time is irrelevant. Space. Space is irrelevant.
We are. We dress ourselves in this moment. Let us be.
(NT)
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