the echo caves inside a young paper clip, bent.
and in vain.falling in love with the rust that dusts off his metal, and
turns into the turquoise dream of a young boy
dripped in baby pink, with flower petals.
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the echo caves inside a young paper clip, bent.
and in vain.falling in love with the rust that dusts off his metal, and
turns into the turquoise dream of a young boy
dripped in baby pink, with flower petals.