Infestation.

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a beer
a cigarette
a sandwich
a tear
a moment
a breath
a season
a wreck.

forgotten
betrayed
regarded
engaged
balsamic
hated
ironic
faded.

an answer
an other
an option
a bother
an elder
an earring
an image
a feeling.

something
falling
breaking
nothing
shaking
writing
creating
shattering.

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