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snake dust

running miles in my mindwhile gin provides a good timeit never was black and whitefor that, you were right tethered to the circumstanceof standing alone—so I deny the phonea ring to your thronereaching for your bonesdead bodies wash ashorememories of us ‘once before’ photo eclipse—and the moon shun brightfull moon delightthe last time you were inside I know I pushaway from youit’s a universal … Read More snake dust