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[Mar. 27th, 2007|01:38 am] |
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Oddly beautiful and pearl white, it bends and molds to the shape of the fingers that destroy the mellow bliss of of the little bubbles that blast themselves into oblivion without heed, let alone the silver rimmed lengths that sink below them. They stalk the warm patched liquid, more viscous by the taste of pink that had been introduced at conception. Red would have been better. |
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