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loli,
rick,

pined unrequited pain like a dagger, felt into the loosed still tight lone place, sat mining in the trees.

now, absence of trees. just a vast tilting plane, easy or simple,
the unmade thoughts, simple enough (like love was supposed to be)

loli parsed her thoughts: he eats away nicely into passages.

long, tense rick
this is how it is going to be,
him not exactly just him.