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The opposite of water
We take different paths, you and I, through the same yellow leaves and raindrops.
My appetite for sleep grows prodigious; I spill dreams everywhere.
If shadow was a substance, imagine it would liquefy with cold and contract to dark solidity in the shimmering heat. Something ought to act that way. What is the opposite of water?
It was too cold for anything to cast a shadow, even you, even I.
My appetite for sleep grows prodigious; I spill dreams everywhere.
If shadow was a substance, imagine it would liquefy with cold and contract to dark solidity in the shimmering heat. Something ought to act that way. What is the opposite of water?
It was too cold for anything to cast a shadow, even you, even I.