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June 08, 2026
More in Synapse: Michael Mission Harris who did you lose? (Napkin 2)
Pelafina, you bowl with my eyes in spiraled hallways. I find only a kaleidoscope of silt in my lashes when I return, and you leave me on littered isles with no compass and no line of contact. I love every instant, and would never leave your alley unseen and empty. Not for freedom, and not for love. -Zampanò
a house is not always a home
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