flies

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Flying never takes me far. there is enough for me here. my intention betrays my fluttering touch. Delicate and fleeting current. Haunting and hypnotic dance of air. As I travel among the soft
Through the crack in the wall, a streak of light spills on the ground.
Browning purple plum Flies are buzzing and biting Sipping her life down
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