Ever wonder what your thoughts would say if they were given the chance? Remember those belched hickups inside your head? What stories of grandure would they indulge in if someone came and sat beside them for an evening?
A lofty tale perhaps?
Maybe they would speak of journey through the endless expanse of the atom. Their movement lost under the light of an electronic star shifting in its quantum orbit.
Communicability under duress.
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