Designer: Manikka
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At night, I believe -when all souls begin to fold themselves neatly and fill bedside drawers; mine chooses to unlock the hinges and seek out a new serene. It forgoes the fireworks, completely, and falls into the silver web..melting and sinking, slipping slowly into segments that spill between spirits and stars..a fatal binding between city and sky.

As the lights ease onto the streets, as times passes by and by every string and vertex, the substance cannot help but turn brittle. And when these lights and times fight long and hard to collapse the intangible, my soul returns, churned and blurred within a flimsy chain that keeps your spirit in my chest and stars to light my eyes. It climbs aching, like a firefly shaken loose from a black widow, back into my ribcage and faints, fading below my sheets.
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