A gem kept underway. Hid from the eyes of those who've neglected it for so long. Time after time and minds cannot be made, beds left sprawled from late nights in the bedroom, fresh coat of cherry red on lips that whisper impure things, want to hear it louder, begging for it louder. Wild ideas capturing buoying fate and a landscape of mystery rests upon feet, feet running from a beast that lays within and casts glances to things it has suddenly fallen in love with. Over cast on this idea of something stronger. An incredible degree of pain has risen to the tip of the glass and we poke at the bubbles like carbon in soda. An unnerving fizz takes hostages in the altitude of kindness and we can't help but question it.
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