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C. Adam Stallard
1 min readApr 21, 2019

My lips move when I type.

You’re reading a book about spider bites.

I shift around — trying to escape the dust mites.

I see a picture on the wall, strange reflections of the light.

Zero. Zero. I’m supposed to be counting backwards, but, you see, I never started.

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