I.

let's live in our own little cloud,
our own little sheltered bubble,

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I pet stingrays. Srsly. I kid you not.

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II.

and hide behind rose-tinted cotton candy
until our teeth decay and

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Future Works:
- N/A

I also have some random ideas lurking around in my head, but generally, they refuse to let themselves be written into tangible stories. Maybe after I've conquered the plot bunnies and gotten a semblance of control over my generally uncooperative brain.

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III.

our hearts split two to two.