This was written at 3 am. Definitely not my usual style of writing. Hope you like it. any feedback would be great. Anyone care to venture a guess at the meaning behind this?
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Two 8 foot tall tiles impaled by metal poles.
Red faces mirror each other, Black have their backs turned on each other.
Everything is perfect.
Turn. Black faces Red. Dissonance. Black tries to turn away.
Quarter turn back. Red meets an edge. Red faces Black? Red faces Red?
Stillness. Black returns. Black faces Red. Red becomes Black.
Black faces mirror each other, Red have their backs turned on each other.
Everything is perfect.
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