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Disrupted sunshine casting frowns across my feet. The heat has soften the world around me, melting butter. I could drown within this sleep and this slumber could ideally get the best of me. A strikingly fresh sense of right and a rush of pigment that makes everything look nice. sugared snowflakes warm as toast champagne sunshine and we clink, a toast. silent parties that break free such fears. desires loud, reflection in mirrors and smiles of greats a sense of satisfaction and it's never too late. a constant movement towards everything pure.. and a uplifting thought that you'll hold close, always near.