LILY DIGITS FUMBLE , FUMBLE ‘ gainst cascading locks. o youth , your glory has been splayed ! nimble hand would cover eye as brows would knit ! in their blatant shame. nary but a gust of wind would be all it takes to reduce doll to NERVES. good eye glued to their feet , they speak without direct acknowledgement.
“ SORRY Y’AD T’ SEE THAT ... ” defeat dusts voice , powdered pity + ugly conscience. a moment , two moments , for gaze to break from ground. nervous chuckle accompanies , sight darting ! ‘ round their surroundings. “ it ain’t all that pretty , huh ? ”
SC. // @nebulaeics.
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