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He smashed his head against the concrete wall and a tiny yellow chick poked out of the cracks. "Never go full retard over love," the shadow lady said. There were hidden places in empty spaces were all the astral witches went. Stars blinked and blinded the congregation of bums. Trees and trains shook in the rain. Words were empty promises, meaningless a few months later. All we had left were feelings and fixtures, pocketbooks and pictures, Jell-O shots and rot wiped away with Mr. Clean Magic Erasers.