too many windows

so now... wait. where?

let's go investigate

wait, hold on . . .

hold on. no i'm ready

but it's a trap, wait!

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don't spill this we're catching bugs to torture

with bubbles and

boiling water and

little plastic houses with

too many windows...

like we are in love with this place "though

its too many windows" and desert lillies blooming

scarlet veins or wisps of dreams gone to faintly by

but we try to remember.

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