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The girl within you has no eyes only slits filled with shadow. And as silence falls I listen, wonder whether the girl […]
The water looks like wax and my eyes and ears fill with wax and my kitchen fills with wax and my bed […]
In utero and flying around away from all the sweat and heaving air of all these people, this life. Shambala comes to […]
One year is subjective blue bird flaming mythics got me questioning why don’t they read me read me listen at least my […]