Sitting against the tank, trying to figure out how much reflections I had. My face combined to another one.
Fred the Frog rings the bell. I have kissed him twice, the third time I got sick.
BLUE SPIT WASSER
it drips along my leg. Strangely It’s the first time I really feel it, revealing the gall I use to move forward.
DRIP FEED LARVA sank Ophelia.
She looks more asleep than dead, since she’s been listening to underwater frequencies.
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