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the perfect pen will hide inside a stack of 'others' with nothing
but ballpoint madness. i cannot decide if i am orange or if i am yellow. we'll say
good morning to the warm smell of play dough and freshly pressed organic fair trade
when you return. or when i return, rather. both pushing return (enter)
at different times. passing colorful balloons with faces drawn on them. we have it [all] figured out with layering techniques. shorter as you go. traces of sugar left on counters; your sweet patterns and clear constellations.
but ballpoint madness. i cannot decide if i am orange or if i am yellow. we'll say
good morning to the warm smell of play dough and freshly pressed organic fair trade
when you return. or when i return, rather. both pushing return (enter)
at different times. passing colorful balloons with faces drawn on them. we have it [all] figured out with layering techniques. shorter as you go. traces of sugar left on counters; your sweet patterns and clear constellations.