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[themirror]

some things subsist on nothing but air and light. they do not shift into darker forms when they vanish from the public eye, but go on singing merrily in ways that seem affected coming from you or I. in the evening they rest by composing poems in the starlight, not by gorging on Haagen-Das and dirty movies. while they bring forth and so see only

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[sisyphusiren]

Nice.

[anonymous]

never make fun of me for being angsty again creaturefeatre

[themirror]

ahem you know that wasn't 100% serious dont you