I once wished for a key and found it.
She slapped me up-down in 365 days, 24 hours shift so I slapped her one time down, a fault that made me face other turns of 365 days, 24 hours shift yet this time, left and right, worse than before.
I can't tell if it hurts but she made me unsee, I can't see, nor hear anything.
I sneezed upon touching the grass I assumed as one, at least I can smell.
Is this the price I pay for touching one?
Is this the prize I pay for wishing one?
I once warned by her mighty glint resting bitchiness inside my house. Those replicas that helped me choose what wardrobe I should wear and called me to find something off in myself, those bitchy moon birthed, those mirrors you shouldn't tell what you wanted to tell.
Stardom at dawn, trickster at night, but not in between, nothing in separation, she’s both are.
What made you think she will believe in you?
What made me? Simple, because I can't hear nor see them, no one will stop me.
Unless it's her and me.
Break her once, you will lose one piece, and you won't find yours in a nick of time.
You won't find it in the same place anymore, find it somewhere else!
Look for it!
Wish
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