May be an indication of onforward depression, how it happens is of no consequence. you are going down with me. we've hit that beach, and a rough sound ... humble like an engine, strummed guitar forever, nonsense and wisdom it is love that has brought me here, a brutal act of physical fascination, YET i search for an exit through the Same. such a beautiful ablution, vacating the spirt, lips to the whole, giant applause. Oh Yeah, fuck it. |
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