No Truth In Conjecture; Now Embers Settle Ash.
Licking wounds lucidly; eyes
Stare, fixated at me. On me.
All through skin and within;
I struggle to set myself free.
Licking wounds lucidly; eyes
Stare, fixated at me. On me.
All through skin and within;
I struggle to set myself free.
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I think it leads the future at times.
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& I like your front page.
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Truly wonderful.
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