Obscure Sign of Progress by Howie Good

You had been hoping for a quiet night tonight and, in the morning, caves
of brightness. A man watches you from somewhere nearby. You’re either
a victim or a suspect – there’s always a choice. The man shields his eyes.
Repeat after me, Love is death turned inside out.

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