There I lie cracked. Here I lie blue. I can only survive by not becoming either, choosing any other hue.

Foregleams of a brilliant life of yellows and reds and pinks and aquas motivates a stand against this break.

Wounding is stanchless and that which is desired tantalises more than realises.

If inanimation leads to doomsday, it is time to change the story by standing up, moving forward, and living: a bloomsday for a Bloomsday. ; )

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