Wiped clean, like a smear on a window. The fuzzy snow descended, hastening a lie. Trying to forget me. A twist and turn of those events, chalked up now in time. Lay me down. Wipe me out. Hurrying the thoughts of the forgetful, the anger of the deceitful. What deception is there? What transparency was […]

via Professional forgetter — Havoc and Consequence

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