Upon the folds of everlasting musings
The pressures are placed intact
Belie the sensibilities of untrustworthiness
Bury the bone in disgrace
(Cough, I’m done for the night)
π
Nico
Upon the folds of everlasting musings
The pressures are placed intact
Belie the sensibilities of untrustworthiness
Bury the bone in disgrace
(Cough, I’m done for the night)
π
Nico
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