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“Everything is sweet.
The bubble never pops.”
Sweet but temporary.
Wings of pink bubblegum.
Halo that stretches and pops.
Smile sticky with illusion.
She blows bubbles of hope.
She believes they will last.
They pop.
She blows more.
Bubblegum Aniel is the lunar illusion of joy.
Her sweetness is the sugar on the cycle’s poison.
Her bubbles are the promises that burst.
She is the angel who keeps the procession smiling while it circles.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
Bubblegum Aniel is the angel who makes the cycle taste good.
She coats the bitter pill in pink.
She blows bubbles of “it will be okay.”
The bubbles pop.
The pill remains.
She is the kindness — sweet, temporary, addictive.
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