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Strange little one, your thoughts flail through like shrapnel beating pulses of a thirsty heart thrumming through the cold with fir and cinnamon mixed pools of salacity Ardently designed in moments tangled innocently An impetuous taste spills the noun from your wet lips as the swell of dreams glisten along desperate eyes A tick of time shifted your world in an aberrational fumble Perspective of perception was stolen through wires of disbelief crumpling sheets of paper days when you were so... normal