they are all around
who knows what is theirs and what is ours?
and now, in bed, glimmer, hope. flatter, lighter, cravings abate. satisfaction descends. what of tomorrow? maybe, something good
glimmer glimmer glimmer
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maybe something good, but even if it's not great, we still trek on, right?
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