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staring at a picture i just sketched for you (and I), soft edges and faux lead full of jovial memories of the years proceeding. staring at this picture I won't finish. staring into my own eyes, i see the fire nature set and the fire i exasperate when i try to quell our imaginations, dreaming eyes open, let go of inhibitions and stare into a shoot sucking life away