imagine you are flying on a rag made of steel linen, and all that is left is barbarous ruins beneath your glass slippers, were you to step down.
"i've spilled everything!" she cried, gleaming down, actively alarmed, at the bottle of absinthe. quickly, he unbolted each of the radiating plates, adopting them into the flowerless breeze. they rose, not holding hands, but strung together with sautered ropes of stardust; hidden.
"it's ruined!" she sobbed, sounding like anarchy itself. he smiled to her, understanding nothing, knowing that he loved her strange sounds and skin, and the glittering transparency of her feet.
"i've spilled everything!" she cried, gleaming down, actively alarmed, at the bottle of absinthe. quickly, he unbolted each of the radiating plates, adopting them into the flowerless breeze. they rose, not holding hands, but strung together with sautered ropes of stardust; hidden.
"it's ruined!" she sobbed, sounding like anarchy itself. he smiled to her, understanding nothing, knowing that he loved her strange sounds and skin, and the glittering transparency of her feet.
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