REBELLIONAIRE

so once more she missed him, not in the way of scarcity, once more she missed him, in the sense of time velocity. so she runs runs runs across the city, collecting puns, crowns, guns. the city is deep, englufing her, the city - it owns her meat, massaging heR. but when she finds herself back within her own walls, away from the glitterati dolls, she once more misses him, sippping rough gin. for the time to overcome until she pauses to run.

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