Breathe.
Feel pink.
While I see
my own false self
in this mortal coil.
Snapping jaws, once every few
years that I'd create for you.
Slowly churning out, petals dance
on the television screens, like us.
Feel pink.
While I see
my own false self
in this mortal coil.
Snapping jaws, once every few
years that I'd create for you.
Slowly churning out, petals dance
on the television screens, like us.
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