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I am a white snake with many mouths. Phones perch like thirsty birds; I warm under their beaks. The hall smells of polish and old applause; a generator coughs into a steady hum. My red switch is a small lighthouse. Grans trade recipes for ringtones. Teens build a universe in blue light. Someone prints a CV between backup prayers; the printer sighs like a tuba. When lights return, nobody rushes. We finish the conversation we started. Plug in. Pitch up.
Alternative version
I am a white snake with many mouths. Phones arrive like thirsty birds. The hall smells of polish and old applause; a generator coughs, then settles into hum. Grandmothers trade recipes for ringtones. Teenagers build a universe in blue light. Someone prints a CV between backup prayers. When the lights return, nobody rushes. We finish the conversation we started. Plug in; pitch up.
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