#first i damp my hand in a slippery liquid thinking that this is the worst part of it ... and i seal the ring #in my hand with invisible yet so colorful figure ...
second i blow ... yes i blow pushing the air of my lungs ... gently or else the beautiful figure will break ...
#third success... the beautiful figure is made ... and it's gorgeous as it seems ... dancing over the tips of my horizon untangling my fears ... resolving my worrying knots one by one ... and tears of joy gather in my eyes scattering my sadness ...
oh beautiful bubble ... stop flirting with the winds it makes my heart flutter ...
oh wait ... don't fly away dear bubble , here stay where i can see you .... i said ... i used my hands as a compelling force ... i did ...
#fourth death! ... the bubble is gone ..
time of death: dusk of every evening
at: memories of future..
the murderer: me
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