Let's Write Off The Moon
Category: /General/Once you were a
walking tree. Drifting. No one
stops planting the seeds.
The pangs. Moons clap.
A renegade makes a temple to die.
Therewas no other space left.
I will not call you.
Your book has been soiled.
I cannot read my own writing.
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