Red Herring
There are stories we carry, refracting back to the world the unheard and rarely seen. Through elaborate ploys and veils, smoke and mirrors, we distract ourselves from the darkness. Teetering on the edge of exposure, what we can not see, is sometimes inherently visible. It is liquid, solid, burning, combustible, hopeful matter, leaving me and finding you.

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