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dripping nonsense

The rain fell steadily upon her skin as she twirled, eyes glimmering with mirth in the Technicolor light that poured from holes in the velvet-like sky…

all unaware of dreary little droplets, sad and harsh as the concrete callusing her feet, weeping slowly into the sewer beneath,

farther

and

farther

from her whimsy





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