Dizzy looking down at clouds. Red-stained upper lip and hands. Can you even see us from up there? Honestly I hope you can't. Move the tassel to the left and claim, no longer, to be sheep. Think you're hunting with the wolves but you're just dogs pulling a leash. Lie to yourself don't lie to me. How did we get here condemning one another for representing different plots on the same timeline? I will keep your place if you keep mine.

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