This is just jest and play. There is no trip to Spain on a train or a plane. No Egyptian dogs or robots to reboot.
It's all a dream, weighted and thrown to the sea. The dream and she. They live on the sandy bottom with the crabs and eels. She's Neptune's jelly fish.
She's stung my ragged edges until she's reached indifference. But it's a hateful indifference. A difference indifference.
Through the currents she looks to land, gloating in her ability to breath water, to swim away smug and pleased knowing I am land locked. But I wade, I'm a wader in her sea, her spineless body and heart sting to paralysis my stupid stupid soul.
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