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There's ice in the corner and sand in my bed and my eyes won't function
properly but I can smell, oh god yes, I can smell the eyelash that
whispered off onto the floor and the thoughts that run through your
sickening shell of a mind and they smell like the kind of waterfalls
that you can't stand underneath without being crushed and splattered
against the wall, because I want those waterfalls, I need those
waterfalls, but I can only stand here with my toes slowly turning blue
and smell them and wish that I could be part of nothing and everything
at the same time without disappearing.

Awwww. Ed, this is definitely one of my favorites from you so far. ^^ The style is so stunning.

Whoa. This is purely BRILLIANT. Definitely nominating this for the next Featured. :3

Thank youse! ^^