“All the faces we were wore slings.”

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The street grew only strangers. All the faces we were wore slings. An ingrown arena peered out from our sigh. We spread ourselves out to feel the glass in a crowd. We prayed to a dog, then some flies. Our solo was a burning zither, not a kite.

“Burning Zither” by Eric Baus

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Zibska ~ Wiles Mask in Silver @ The Fantasy Gacha Carnival
Zibska ~ Euderyn Shoulders @ The Fantasy Gacha Carnival
Zibska ~ Miri Collar and Orbits @ On9
Zibska ~ Sorina Dress

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{anc}bokeh @ The Men’s Department

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