moon sickness
2010-11-28, 10:51 p.m.

...funny, I was sitting in the dark and I heard a whisper. metaphorically, I guess, and there they were. Five various colors. All mine.

Eat them and think of me, you said.

Five of them were left. Each of them were different, and they reminded me of you.

Yes
No
Do nothing


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