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At first there were two, two just became a multiplier, of those red fireflies dancing to the sick beat of zooom, broooom and wshhhh. They flied further as I rolled forward; left to right and right to left they wiggled, never overlapping; just above, below or beside the other it created beautiful chaos. Trapped in time of ****** stars, accelerates as orange turns green. Yellow trails, red fireflies sped past through me; everything became blur. The pair of red fireflies flew unstoppably, and that was the last thing I saw.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
Floating Lights
At first there were two, two just became a multiplier, of those red fireflies dancing to the sick beat of zooom, broooom and wshhhh. They flied further as I rolled forward; left to right and right to left they wiggled, never overlapping; just above, below or beside the other it created beautiful chaos. Trapped in time of ****** stars, accelerates as orange turns green. Yellow trails, red fireflies sped past through me; everything became blur. The pair of red fireflies flew unstoppably, and that was the last thing I saw.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
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