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i am one to follow drifting cotton and watch it pill along my forearms. to wrap stagnant translucence around knome lids and faerie joints. i am a dreamer, and they may or may not be the wrong sorts of whims. i matched up the constellations from my shoulder blade to my index finger.
i have been known to drift. standing in mountains of foaming tide and watching the film sink between my palms
i have been known to drift. standing in mountains of foaming tide and watching the film sink between my palms
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