pretty once before the dust fell through space it felt mysteriously beautiful for a time to inhabit another body you told me to do as i pleased and please would i of course approached with trembling milk fingers feeling strangely something else pink leaf flying over a plateau swallowing sequined sounds drowning intoxicantly spiraled to fiery fires frantically smoky zither sounding we two human figures twisting rising stars on the wall
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