Change, or: Estrange

His doubts pained her profoundly / Why wouldn’t he believe in her words? Quarantined alone at home, with only her enchanting descriptions of the world outside to raise his spirts, but still he wouldn’t / Instead he compelled her, insisting she repeat after him, repeat his darkest thoughts repeat sorrows and banalities / Why are […]

Change, or: Estrange

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