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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...
amy
superior.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from