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A field of irises fully bloom,
But tonight is a lot colder than usual. The gilded ghost snaps the crab into reality again, Revealing a tape of Cupid and his newfound love. The freezing air surrounding the ghost makes the crab seek for comfort; It's shell getting more and more fragile. But, his beloved fish and a distant scorpion intertwine into a whirlpool; No sound or soul could surpass this catastrophe tonight. This whirlpool is powerful enough to finally crack the shell of the crab; Heart and soul bursting through like a freezing volcano. Now, the crab rests; Hollowed, alone, and frozen in time - Mustering up the strength to love himself again. "It's gonna be okay," He whispers. It's gonna be okay.
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AuthorMy name is Alexander Fang. I'm a college student studying Pharmaceutical Chemistry at University of California, Davis. This site is an amalgamation of my thoughts, dreams, and the reality I live in. It will consist of my writing, mostly. Archives
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