This is Gold
Category: /General/Roasted with stars
in a dome. It was a moonlight. This
was my natural rise.
Why knelt before the
throbbing cadaver. Life flies
with frying hairs.
What was my alibi
once? God was misplaced. Every
thing goes wrong. It needs reallocation.
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