Dreaming of words.. spinning around.
Growing older & colder.


T r y i n g  t o  s h i n e.


 You've got magic inside your finger tips. 

It's leaking all over my skin.

The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.


blackorcolored,               

                               

                                  U N I T Y.

b e a u t y f l y...


..and in a second,

they're g o n e.

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