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$55.00
the hum of empty streets, the ghost of a flash. a moment caught between the static and what’s real, laid bare for just a second in the glare of headlights that never quite reach. we were all a little transparent back then, weren't we?
a whisper of what lies beneath, a shadow play for the fleeting glance. this is for those nights you felt everyone could see right through you, and for those when you wished they would.
filed under: fragile truths.