ghostalgia xxiii
The hole god says is coming, isn't. I still cannot sleep if I think someone can see my mouth. Earlier, a tunnel was using a tunnel to unmiss abstraction. Take the hands out of your poems.
The hole god says is coming, isn't. I still cannot sleep if I think someone can see my mouth. Earlier, a tunnel was using a tunnel to unmiss abstraction. Take the hands out of your poems.
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