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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Jake Tringali


Too Many Humans

she molded their skin on her curves. their adjectives sifted through her river. she kept nothing for herself, her frame of reference remained afloat and ill-compassed. with the smallest breeze, an entire existence would tick within her, foreign and exotic and confused, always confused. utterly and effectively affected. she moved as a mirror would. and within it, a mimic.