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You show me a new, old website.
Now defunct but brand new, twenty new tabs added to the Chrome window
The forest of links enveloping me in the soft blue glow of the laptop
My heart moves faster than the arrow
Doors opening and opening and opening and...
I sit with myself and try to trace the beauty marks on my skin
I enter gilded doors you're opening because
When I cross their threshold I feel like honey