Dancing among the bottles
filled with little submarines
reversed in nature
blue, green, red
piled high
like dogs
promising hope
and whispering under their breath
waiting to flood
with a dose of escape
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January
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- Scene 164: Everyday
- Scene 163: Immunity
- Scene 162: Fate
- Scene 161: Gifts from the Doctor
- Scene 157: Finality
- Scene 156: Delusions
- Scene 155: Young Stars
- Scene 154: Dreamless
- Scene 153: Green Nature
- Scene 152: Diminished Purpose
- Scene 151: Your Puzzle
- Scene 150: Automated
- Scene 149: Out of the Halls
- Scene 148: Wrath
- Scene 147: Envy
- Scene 146: Gluttony
- Scene 145: Greed
- Scene 144: Sloth
- Scene 143: Lust
- Scene 142: Pride
- Scene 141: Bitter Revenge
- Scene 140: Judgement
- Scene 139: Entitlement
- Scene 138: Nightmare Days
- Scene 137: Black
- Scene 136: White
- Scene 135: Over Apples
- Scene 134: The Bad Love Story
- Scene 133: Dreamed
- Scene 132: Drunk
- Scene 131: Oasis (and her Lips)
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