Of swindles and bangarang shenanigans, of

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Of swindles and bangarang shenanigans, of mile-high hopes and dungeon-deep desires,

Of sandcastles and shining windshields, forged beliefs and the subsequent chinks within the armour,

Of fuzz and how much we underestimate space as a human being in need (but completely ignorant) of some kind of freedom and room to stretch – either mentally or physically,

Of kisses and candles, harrowing fears and heated embraces

Of peace and patience, and the rainbow within the rain.

Such are the thoughts that keep my mind alert and my guise solid.

None shall pass.

One, two, aphrodisiac. Crunch.

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