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Jun 4
Like a stereo system, the red & black wires work in unison...
To bring out what it produces within.

Whatever happened way back when...
Only allowed negative to grow within.

I held on, hoping to see something else than the black wires that only grew in him.

... But I didn't last long enough...
To be there when he finds the red positive end.
I don't know what to name this...
CrackedPistachio
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