it was the purest, most innocuous shade of lavender you could imagine
washing over me in a perfectly blended band
of magic light and grim indifference
i made a pretty picture
spilling my coffee and walking into a mailbox while everyone around me was
fucked-up neat and clean and perfect, like the tablets themselves.
(...and if i could have a clue what justice is
it would be more than i deserve...)
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