I extended my hand,

(between that narrowing space)

watched it widen again

as I peered inside;

and faced shuttered windows

within anguished souls.

They turned their heads then,

in one condescending swoop,

of blinked eyelids,

Glancing consistently,

at rapidly twisting

digital numbers,

ever ascending

until it was time

To step out.

To sell some soul, again.

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