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inner storms
Thoughtful thoughts in thought of slip sit straight.
I drown in my absence absolute change.
The drug in me is of her kind breed to my dying want it's greed.
Stern tide open wide the seeps of sunset yellow...
I drown in my absence absolute change.
The drug in me is of her kind breed to my dying want it's greed.
Stern tide open wide the seeps of sunset yellow...
