the ink scares me no longer, for i have found my magical paper. ink hurts no more for it merely engraves upon the paper with untouched servitude. the necklace of music glitters softly upon our necks in an ever-connecting promise. the music that we both heard at the same moment through a distance physically played with our eyes and swung on our
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