her face a blur, neon light smudges, the rain rattled its monologue, regardless...
something at the very core hasnt changed. the third one from the bottom has. flux. a coldness. and still the fiery spikes.
on a rollercoaster. headed somewhere. twists and turns. the journey continues. inward. outward.
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