#121
Darling speaks to me in modes of light spreading
throughout estorical brothels seeking
to be found
where
things don't seem to be the pleasant thoughts
of
tomorrow's whispers whisking in the dust of
obscure entitlements begging for forgiveness.
Darling speaks to me in modes of light spreading
throughout estorical brothels seeking
to be found
where
things don't seem to be the pleasant thoughts
of
tomorrow's whispers whisking in the dust of
obscure entitlements begging for forgiveness.
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