I try to comprehend how it might feel being a frying pan above fire trying to synthesize oil and water before it realized or to be the bottle that dreams of capturing and imprisoning lighting, the period lasting less than a thunderclap, musing how it feels to be galvanized from within or to be the snowman that never m…
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