what if equilibrium
were a fractalled mirror
what if we held it
half of it in the light
half of it in the darkness
and looked at ourselves
would we not cry
Her delicate fingers replaced the lock behind her ear; a faint smile sitting at the commissure of her red lips; she took a step back befor...
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