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i made this for my love, emmabunny.
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le carnaval d'hiver. the crude, unholy grind of the ferris wheel goes unnoticed against unrestrained laughter and arms waving at little eyes several stories upward. là-haut, le vent est froid. the ground is lonely, green turning brown with every step, begging for pity and softer toes. dirt pollutes noses and noses and noses and lungs and eyes and lemonade and boxes of popcorn, unnatural, neon yellow. prizes, nickels and dimes, and blow-up dolphins hissing with escaping air from unknown holes, endlessly appropriate in this writhing, dirty sea. photographiez les enfants avec leurs yeux pleurants. four tickets to join the mock, mass car pile-up. mechanical horse, up and down, uncomfortable, up and down to the melting ice cream music, three tickets. pour les bébés, disent les enfants plus vieux. here, the old are noticeably older, lined faces and creeking memories of candied apples against their younger teeth and cotton candy melting on their younger tongues. rappelez tout.