The glass menagerie is so compliant and quiet. Conventional extravagances become meaningless when set behind double-plated glass. Desire orbits around shackled pets like firefly slaves. It's a cycle that isn't a circle, like the tides of the moon. It's gold approaches Fibonacci's epiphany. Unbreakable truth, or maybe subjective speculation.
8:42 p.m. - 2016-02-04
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