Day turns into night. She feels alive when the sun goes down. Bright city lights against
her shiny armor. When the sun rises, she returns to her shell.
To love is to sting each other. Then let the sweet venom
evaporate from the blood stream as you touch. It is an endless cycle.
I remember the days I was a little girl. Time has been running away from me. The world has lost its colour now, but I hope she’s still in there, somewhere.
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