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Jan
his painting.
i stared at it for a long time. it was of his lover, and around her neck
a door key lay.
when i touched the key on the canvas, it melted into metal on my fingertip and i
pulled it out of the painting like taffy
from the canvas… into existence.
the girl in the canvas disappeared, leaving nothing behind but middle grey and
the wooden frame flopped to the ground by my feet.
there was something oddly familiar about this, and i had a sickening sweat
of déjà vu drip down my spine in three long waves like
electric honey…
~bad.habits, from a dream i had once
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