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The last curtain came down
one evening at nine
its drapery falling
4 months 3 weeks ago
growing up i always thought you were my safe place
being without you never left a trace
4 months 3 weeks ago
growing up i always thought you were my safe place
being without you never left a trace
4 months 3 weeks ago
Intoxication:
that is the feeling that will
lead you to stasis.
Not always must you
4 months 3 weeks ago