The real.

It’s the damning sheer affect. We call it originality. And anything more, for that matter, will for eternity sprint and inspire the feel of blue freedom. It’s always blue. Because pale lives reflect. There is no intense frailty. But hearts break anyway. And to overwhelm reflections, there are no mirrors.  But the shattered bits dissolve anyway.

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