pink moniker…

Predispositioned fight or flight took on the whimsical dance of lovingness for gravity. Few were armed, the capture was polite. Arrive without regard for those flailing. But behind the scenes avalanches float. And you can guess where that comes from. I already have a name for you….pink moniker, the time slips away

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