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there's this purple gala at the end of time... which never seems to begin. the moon goes thru all her phases in the blink of an eye. which makes the floor feel like it's ebbing and flowing. attendees break out into soul-stirring croons about shedding lifetimes of loved ones. water goes to wine, wine goes to water...and desire is a food continually served. though one night my nerve stuck to me, and rattled. i began overturning and smashing everything in sight. everyone smiled...and the damage was cleaned.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
Purple Gala
there's this purple gala at the end of time... which never seems to begin. the moon goes thru all her phases in the blink of an eye. which makes the floor feel like it's ebbing and flowing. attendees break out into soul-stirring croons about shedding lifetimes of loved ones. water goes to wine, wine goes to water...and desire is a food continually served. though one night my nerve stuck to me, and rattled. i began overturning and smashing everything in sight. everyone smiled...and the damage was cleaned.
Onoma
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
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