a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

November 05, 2005

I found a bag with 53 words. I threw it to the ground and they spilled. This is what they said:

"She's got eyes and a spine, and they both shimmer when she cries. Did you make her cry? She'll die. You can't save her, because she will never let you. You can't save you, because you can't save her. From 'Hello' one, you were done for. So, move on, though, still, you'll die."

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