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it's all about the puddles. oh please. just twitching and blinking, and crumbs of bread. absolutely nowhere to be found. salivate. SALIVATE. (whisperwhisperwhisper) the secret is - the skies aren't blue. instead the colours range from orange to green and to purple. but... if i didn't sew my wings quite right - will you catch me? break my fall? transparent; luminescent & all kinds of awkwardness. it's like refraction. i'm always bending. optical density or too much physics? or too little? oh, how soon. how soon soon soon!
repetition , recognition - skin condition, with ambition.
no, no.
we mustn't. not today, not ever.