What's up Stashbox? How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts.
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