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⠀⠀⢠⡶⠟⠉⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠉⠻⢶⡄⠀⠀
⠀⣴⡟⣥⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣦⠀
⢰⡟⠀⠻⠿⠿⠟⠁⣼⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡆
⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡏⠙⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀ ⠘⣿
⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⠟⠃⠀⠙⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀ ⢠⣿
⠹⣧⠀⠀⠀⢸⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣷⡀⠀ ⣼⠏
⠀⠻⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⠃ ⣴⠟⠀
⠀⠀⠙⢷⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣀⣤⡾⠋⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠻⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠟⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀
and they blink.
no curtains.
just pupils.
just watching.
the radio knows my name now.
it hums it between songs,
slips it under static like a secret.
i told it to stop.
it said you started it.
i tried to tell the doctor —
he typed while nodding,
eyes on the screen,
not the shadows behind me.
at night, the lights buzz too loud.
i unscrew them one by one
but they keep glowing
after death.
maybe i’m dreaming someone else’s dream.
maybe i’m the dream.
maybe i’m
the thing that watches back.
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