they wore smiles on their faces as if they had permanently hit their funny bones and the tingle just wouldn't quit. a delighted mix of fun and pain. the whites of their eyes as bright as bleached teeth, muted pupils getting lost in their own colour. searching for something wholesome in a fractured world, the pads of their fingers seeking genies to appear in cotton candy coloured smoke to grant wishes of loud love. deaf to the little things their hunger grew bigger then themselves. a thirsty state over came the bigger picture and soon the decision to quench this thirst was easier done than said.
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