She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition

She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.	She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me	He would shrink into the sky if he could	runcible spoon
For my last trick, I made her disappear	strange attractor	When you fly like thunder, I am reminded of Icarus and Bellerophon. How does your myth end?	Paper wings, of course they've fallen
Can I masturbate too much?	She lies upstairs, a gray whisper	A delicious gravity	See Jane. See Jane run.
I would love for you to come to me with Christmas lights around your head, late night like a ghost	dancing in the rain	There shall be no more cakes and ale?	The Thermodynamics of Love
Discover me so by faint indirections	At the event horizon	If only I could get into her head	Lorenz Equations
Maaya Sakamoto	Dissociative identity disorder	concentric	Exam Superstitions

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