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You keep a white butterfly pocket-bound and at your side. When you look up, stars beckon, clouds take shape and something remains idle beside you. You have a calling that turns the world into black and white. You see less more clearly. Everyday is a step beyond specks on the horizon. Fire escape moments infused with groggy eyes make her feel movie enclosed.
She ignores watch ticking, stays firmly in moments. Light rising with silver edges, she is idle at arms reach. The ground is shaking, the hours and minutes bump elbows and nothing really matters. Tomorrow, is not like today. Maybe hour hands circling will bring cause for laughing.
She ignores watch ticking, stays firmly in moments. Light rising with silver edges, she is idle at arms reach. The ground is shaking, the hours and minutes bump elbows and nothing really matters. Tomorrow, is not like today. Maybe hour hands circling will bring cause for laughing.