Old writing dancing through my head tonight
… Because this world is perfect and hypothetically is our reality, we hover just above the line of thoughtfulness but just under the mark of beauty. We find ourselves skimming through every word with the careless abandon of the unintentionally wicked, yet we are always concious. Because this is utopia ruined, we have never been more unaware.
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