I walk across the rooms, reach the glass door and press my face on it

I try to make out whether the sky is cloudy or not and fail, perceiving only the city’s halogen haze seeping outwards

Time passes

I walk across the rooms, reach the glass door and press my face on it

Inside my head I hear myself saying that I’ve done this before

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