The Impressions we give, and the Impressions we get all work their way into the rusty keyhole, twisting and squirming, making the tumblers rattle and fall into place.

The cryptography of existance ever after, life beyond our meager alotment ended with brutal decay and death, taunts us with hints and flashes that impress neon burns across our retina.

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