my icy blue eye was narrow to slits as my right eye remains unresponsive to my body's command and the end of my binding scarf was tinted inky black and secreting the smell of ink a signal of seriousness, as i remain crouching on the ledge of the building...waiting for any crime to happen... (✨make something happen! good luck my little lambs :>✨)
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