will you be my, valentine. the theme of my thoughts. in a container of water, there's a ship afloat. it can see it's borders and see beyond them. but there's a thick plastic, warrantied of course, that keeps the two at a distance. the gentle curve distorts the view a little. things seem larger, seem grander. instill this 'i want this' feeling. i'm going nowhere with this. i'm listless. i can look at something and give it a nice ring, but i'm stuck. i have no point. i'm dying and want to hurry the process.
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