Capture the current, it’s limitless and feeds from my mouth to yours. Capture the moment in a memory lasting beyond the fences of superficial silhouettes. Like, drunken shadows lance puppets at sundown as the high key childhood memory. My rabbit feet arrive in the air much swifter than I dared.
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