“   now now,  you should know better than to try and play with me,  min.  i’m winning the next one.  “      spun sugar laughter,   &  neon lights.   the faint pitter - patter grows louder and louder,    sweet descant alongside the beat of a similar song,   in your grasp,  tip of the tongue.   now the tiles flourish with lavender hues,  to breathe in nostalgia...              round two calls,  are you ready,   @tomoge ?











