her world revolved and righteously resolved itself at pedestrianised pace, as these sophomore people of undeniable and shy/eyed anarchy of a most legitimate kind, do indeed
D
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E. their time Musically between

ten kinds of upside/down people – Of braggadocio, of bewilder and “AWE, FUCK NO!!” ENVY for all of the things that she will see, via this tiny little string which sits curiously atop

that of Her favourite violin.

“A vision beatifically built to be BROKEN again” when it breathes at the pace of ten thousand heartbeats