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The frames of each duty, the light reflected off white vehicles.
I dreamt I shot myself in the back, and if I danced, I could
die. Why did I do that to
myself? Was it some kind of way
of saving myself from other agonies?
The glint of white vehicles.
The violence we can only conceive of in dreams.
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