We are the Contrarians. The Rat and The Locust. The Rat is her and The Locust is me, The Rat is the intellect and The Locust is the spirit. 

We are the raging monsoon storms yet the cuckoos that seek shade. We are the brothels in cathedral towns. We are the crimes undone even during the Purge.

We are the chai drinkers at your local coffee shops. The pineapples on pizza. And most importantly, we are your thoughts that float like paper boats and slip into drains.

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