Echoing, forever.
Like a clear and soft bell,
vibrations only leading the next on,
until infinity has reached.
Until infinity is passed.
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I ate the turquoise bubble. It had trembled in the air, strains of violin floating behind. If I close my eyes, the taste of Orange-tinted blueberry ice cream comes back. If I close my eyes, there is no up or down or right or left.
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