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I want to be small again, a tiny mint green caterpillar crossing vast terrains of veiny apparatus, pointed variables, and slippery vestibules. In a world that means nothing but has the delicious abundance of existing for the day.
I shall then enter the palace of light in a crystalline robe that encompasses a frightful yearning for knowledge. My only offering is a bouquet of confetti colored wild flowers that sprung up from the desolate tears shed into hallow angelic cups of hope.
We Sit. Sip Tear Tea. "May I please have a spot of peace in mine?"