It was a horrible crowd that morning with no seat I could occupy on, I stood behind a stranger with beautiful ears, I apologized as I creeped my hands over his shoulder and rubbed my breasts over his back, he didn't seem annoyed nor was I bothered pretending he was mine.
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Colors. Not. Contridiction. So sweet, the dark. Obscure, sweet light.
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