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“it’s like loving the stars themselves. You don’t expect a sunset to admire you back.”
...the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
I could stand here all night trying to convince you,
but what good would that do?
My offer stands, and you must choose.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map