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The block took shape - slowly, and with only subtle indications of the end form.
It looked purple, but the more I stared at it the more my eyes were drawn into the folding darkness. I had to touch it to find out how deep the hole went, but I was surprised instead by overwhelming softness.
This is a black hole I can cuddle with.
We sat and watched as the water moved, flowed, wrapped us up in a salty hug. She looked happy, but I was secretly hoping I'd be swept away into the unimaginable darkness.
Staring down from the top made me sick. Kind of like a hangover, but with the fun after instead of before. I didn't think I could do it, but I did. I jumped.
There isn’t much to do about fallout. We breathe it. We eat it. We sleep in it.
It colors our dreams and our playgrounds.
None of us have use for play anymore, we just hope to live.
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