I am in the heart of the stange, 
my core upheld by blue pillars - 
I am woven into streets unfamiliar
ancient symbols stencil the walls 
and the fan whirls overhead 
causing the light to strip
on my table - 

the ache in my head and feet, 
as I stare, confirms 
my paper touch 
died here.
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