glassy_dusty_wordless
fyn gula and when the air i breathe is full of sparks, i swallow each and everyone like a bird with a belly full of fireflies.

inside me are a countless amount of tiny lights, individual beacons illuminating small worlds like suns who are tired stars sleeping in.

i yawn and somewhere it is night.
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