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I can see a little doorway, a portal in the grey cold sky. my little play toy never finds this exit, yet my dry eyes never leave it's beautiful purpple and blue lining - swimming into and passed itself and eachother..it's quite beautiful, hypnotic.
My little play toy is a bomerang constructed of cutting blades - it never flies to far away, always comes back to the air just above my blue numb fingers. always in the distance she chooses when to return - and she cuts. cuts. cuts.
I can see a little doorway, a portal in the grey cold sky. my little play toy never finds this exit, yet my dry eyes can never leave it. beautiful purple and blue lining - swimming into and passed itself and eachother..and she hates me.
this is an exit - my exit. it's over in the distance, it's right over here.
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