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If I could split the lips of time I would do no more than kiss the thing goodbye. To let me float in a room where there is no outside and the window shades are shut. But if my teeth were to strike it's very form I could find myself forced back onto the earth. Where, to my surprise, my tooth has fallen and the artist has painted spots on my skin.
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Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
Painted Spots
If I could split the lips of time I would do no more than kiss the thing goodbye. To let me float in a room where there is no outside and the window shades are shut. But if my teeth were to strike it's very form I could find myself forced back onto the earth. Where, to my surprise, my tooth has fallen and the artist has painted spots on my skin.
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Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
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