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THE OBSCURE SABOTEUR

Sabotage– shoes thrown in a functioning machine. . . the gears all stall, lace, skin, and heels catch up in every cog. . . And, over time, they rust quite green. I feel inept, despaired, of all my health and … Continue reading

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