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When bubbles
move across the room.
It's not neccessary to be so
stiff about it.
There is a rising watery reflection.
The sun and circumferences.
Those so called careless devices
you were trying to manage such a force by
drying your tears.
just spill it out.
It's a special water
that fills the basin below.



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Bubbles