The Chemical Stew

…and as they laid in each other’s arms she dropped her guard and unwrapped the vague ribbons that kept her feelings safe… letting them spill from her lips and dance in the cold night air. To her delight, he warmed them with is own.

…and we’ll watch the words dance until they become their most simple form of 3.

 

 

 

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