aparture
Yesterday, distance destroyed its early work. Fog machines fell asleep. I let my son bite me and believed for three hours that it was today. You told me underwater about the fog machines. God looked like death. Death saw.
Yesterday, distance destroyed its early work. Fog machines fell asleep. I let my son bite me and believed for three hours that it was today. You told me underwater about the fog machines. God looked like death. Death saw.
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