red drop blur down hover first, then rush with helicopter sound on mute, between a Monday and the lavender bush, aligned aside a moment you forgot to even notice; still, on wings, it seems to rise in up and down motion, the hope of each becoming squeezed inside the beat of wings, a quantum fine…

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