BY indefiniteloop

“A string of lights reflecting off of the glass doors are shiningly purer and less of a mirage than the people sitting on either side of the glass door that is placed off center in the center of the glass city and makes up the entrance to the prime circus that the city has on offer at almost every nook and corner of most vengeful streets which may very well be crying today because of the burgeoning burden of feet of the animals that roam about freelancing and becoming nothing but ornamental reflections of themselves without regard for thought and knowing full well that they still possess more than just a mind that can outshine the stars themselves let alone those little lights and their reflections.” —

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