The world upside down is no more a threat — two knees wrapped round a limb. Two red bows unraveled to stretched ribbons, dripping wet, as you sway over a puddle below that seems to grow above from verdant sky where butterflies flutter about your dark eyes. Pale invertebrates wriggles transmogrified into angels in dirt. No warnings to hark. No immi…
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