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everything out of reach

I wanted a friend. I chased a rabbit through the abandoned streets of Moscow. The sky was full of sound no one else could hear. Choirs roamed the sewers and sang hymns to God. I lifted my dirty hands to the grey glow of old hotels and power plants. I drunk red wine in a diner by the forgotten overpass. The waitress let me loiter for the duration of the radiation storm. I left her a tip and a notebook full of poems. I stepped outside and surrendered myself to a night that had swallowed all the stars.

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