Two Hundred and Forty-One.


Izzy circle


due to an internal error somewhere in my computer, I can see two cursors above and below one another, blinking in time, waiting to type the story in parallel and I guess it made me think of you and me.


Sarah circle


My fist is soaring, mama
shooting through the sound barrier
winged and dreaming
fierce as your fiery eyes in the streetlights
watch it fly, mama
whistling through the cosmos
this is what it means to be awesome
this is how the victors will be spoiled



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