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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