Gord
2024-08-20 07:34 am
I see the blue, I'm falling again. She talks into microphones, Pulls strings into her skin, What do they think, at home? While she pursues what she is. Death, where have you been? Can you still see the yellow?
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I see the blue, I'm falling again. She talks into microphones, Pulls strings into her skin, What do they think, at home? While she pursues what she is. Death, where have you been? Can you still see the yellow?
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