The smoke poured; luring out of the eyes - the weaving undertones of a man that knows, his oval eyes dilate in slices, slithering fragments of truth or illusion, his peering pupils sliding inside the worm hole he navigated with his protruding puffs of smoke, he followed them through; into the…
Under a glass bell: Salt
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