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[[...She chanted snatches of old tunes;
    As one incapable of her own distress,
    Or like a creature native and indued
    Unto that element: but long it could not be
    Till the poor wretch was pulled from her melodious lay...]]

Hamlet: Act 4, Scene 7

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Someone’s eyes are watching the sidewalk roll back to its concrete grave, but I’ve got my reflection embedded in my mind. And if it’s dark or if it’s light, I’ve still got the glass between us, soon to shatter with that shotgun smile you’re firing my way. I’ll pay for the ticket that takes me to your dreams. Can you hear this heartbreaking bus laughing at the core of its wheels?

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