a spontaneous burn,
the desultory yearning for yesterday.
the moments spent searching for oneself aside a porcelain throne,
closely followed by endless nights where it seems the sun will never shine.
the desire for an extinct answer.
three teared tantrums.
the desultory yearning for yesterday.
the moments spent searching for oneself aside a porcelain throne,
closely followed by endless nights where it seems the sun will never shine.
the desire for an extinct answer.
three teared tantrums.
everything is alive.
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