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[ariadelle]

'Lapse into the retro-active reality.
More faces upon faces
wave upon wave
crashing and scratching into the inside of my eyelids.
Where is up?
"Underneath the pinpointed center..."
Walking row by row,
until I know what will come tomorrow.'

I want to write more, I have more on my mind but it all makes little sense to everyone but me.

I don't know right now.

yeah

bai
_Tina