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Jun 2016
Two souls meet.
One is blue, the other red.
One is bright and jittery,
The other darker and slower-moving.

But they meet, and a curious thing happens.
They start spinning together, intertwining in a column, shooting up.
And what they create is... beautiful.
im trash for her
me gs
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me gs  Wisco
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