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We are but small sticks stuck on a little blue ball surrounded by vast emptiness, hurting each other and ourselves out of most laughable reasons.

>>29303 Today I am a small blue thing Like a marble or an eye With my knees against my mouth I am perfectly round I am watching you I am cold against your skin You are perfectly reflected I am lost inside your pocket I am lost against your fingers I am falling down the stairs I am skipping on the sidewalk I am thrown against the sky I am raining down in pieces I am scattering like light Scattering like light Scattering like light Today I am a small blue thing Made of China, made of glass I am cool and smooth and curious, I never blink I am turning in your hand Turning in your hand I am cold against your skin You are perfectly reflected I am lost inside your pocket I am lost against your fingers I am falling down the stairs I am skipping on the sidewalk I am thrown against the sky I am raining down in pieces I am scattering like light Scattering like light Scattering like light Today I am a small blue thing Made of China, made of glass I am cool and smooth and curious, I never blink I am turning in your hand Turning in your hand Turning in your hand Small blue thing Turning in your hand

>>29304 I didn't like this, sorry >>29306 I liked this, thanks

>surrounded by vast emptiness Telling you right now, you and a whole bunch of other people are in for a really huge fuarrrking suprise.