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Our eye-stares force the twisting soul-weather back to butterfly 形, with hard fake wings surfaced with the colored and 振動する 地図 of some very universe, or universal 世界, or inverted 無効の、中空の. As that butterfly pulls the pin out of its back, it twists into an angry moebius... almost... at the last minute the glue holding the opposing ends gives way, and it turn page into a simple strip of light. |
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