Last night I was awake with the shakes and my skin was crawling off my body revealing a man growing inside.
it’s a beautiful day.
sun light stinging my eyes and I’ve got to repair the umbrella.
words of a people aligned in their perfect order
Last night I was awake with the shakes and my skin was crawling off my body revealing a man growing inside.
it’s a beautiful day.
sun light stinging my eyes and I’ve got to repair the umbrella.
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