What
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…………it
Are you okay? Are you listening? I really want to go out… I really don’t want to go out…
What is that thing… oh it’s just a body… Nothing to worry about…
She’s walking in red, in greenblue shimmersmile… A beautiful sight… So fragile, uptight… But to kiss it means to break the spell…
The skin screaming for blade, skinking skinqueen, a desert eye, I’ve seen her insides.
Why dream like this? Why break glass of silence with hammertongue?
Can’t we just sit and drip glassbeads with our minds, watching blue disappear in blue, in winter-frostbite-nightime-darkness…?