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| grendel |
I have a strange fascination with blue light. Ever since the odd, kitschy lamp in my grandparents' living room Blue laser, blue neon, blue LED (so long ago...that one...my favorite...her pale skin under blue lamp light looking vampiric, preternatural, like a marble statue come to life) This place. The right shades, bright words against a deep blue night...Even the dark words shine |
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| (z) | (blue light washes against the stone floor of my thoughts. it sings to me of the cool feeling of opioid relief. it paints the uncolored constituents of my dream. it is the meaning of calm, and the place that i return to, when i can.) | 160630 |