4in this moment a comet eclipsed the sun. feeling the multiple collisions inside the clockwork machinery of your heart (tickticktick but you've lost concept of time) like a million pricks of hotcoldhappysad on your skinfacelipsconsciousness; like foxglove pulsing through your veins; like flashbacks as your minds pirouettes like a ballerina out of control.
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Freefall.