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Paloma’s Light Journal, January 2nd


I am a lamp.

I’ll be wrong sometimes.

So, do I once again make it easy for you.

Someone is already showing three scratches on a young arm.
Light glamours from beneath. Utility.

For example:

A woman goes into a department store with two rabbit-eared children. She’s worked the nine-hour shift and still has managed to make it to choir rehearsal (though she lip-synced). The children haven’t seen her all day and are excited to show off. They blend in with the clothes. Wool, acetate, rayon and fake fur! Where are they now? She feels like crying.


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