I am spilled on the spring concrete… Don’t look..! Don’t just look!.. Would I..? Would you..? Wouldn’t you..? Wouldn’t you rather…see?..  azure spring spread on the sky, spray painted  with floating white… A smell of acrylic paint tasting almost bitter but elusively, inexpressibly pleasant-like… Cotton clouds dabbing on my tongue this meta-odor..  Suddenly I felt her talons snatching away the taste of my personal sky… fly.. she said… and I heard… fly…

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