(no subject)
Tonight a feeling of goodbye to worlds exported by laces into metastasis of future cells. Altogether deafening happy.
We could explain a recurrence for the benefit of planted lives or smoothed channels of the fortress indubitable, yet only a sheen-gloss substance to lose. Decided against.
For now shivering in a multitude metric allegory (mind), waiting gloom asphyxiates these days. Only sit.
We could explain a recurrence for the benefit of planted lives or smoothed channels of the fortress indubitable, yet only a sheen-gloss substance to lose. Decided against.
For now shivering in a multitude metric allegory (mind), waiting gloom asphyxiates these days. Only sit.