In it, like only she can ever let herself be, in a limboland which has all of it been…
PRETTY LITTLE STARS, THERE THEY ALL ARE, THOUGH
WHOLLY PREDISPOSED – AND SOMEWHAT OVER-ACHIEVING AT THIS SINGULAR THING.
CALLED LIFE ON A KNIFE-EDGE.
“MUSCLE-TO-MUSCLE, TOE-TO-TOE – THE FEAR…
A monster inside of her sickly mind.
That stacked, packed punch – ingenuous when spattered scintilla-tingly against
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