what we see of a star is star’s regret for dying once
An angel will kill a baby and tell you your imagery is missing the missing. The fish in my stomach say to my stomach that fish are made of blood. I am nearing the end of being happy. Hindsight: God saw your face and slept. Meetingplace: ghosts form a circle around the spider of distance. Pass away, mouth.
kingsoftrain 
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