These things are made to be forgotten. Temporal statements for the lustful trapped in fragmented moments.
Laughter dies quickest when everyone is watching.
This is a happy post.
It's a reminder that is meant to be ignored and displaced. Only to be found again, like a letter on the sidewalk. Maintaining some semblance of recognition.
Enough ramble
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