When it strikes you feel no pain I'm just satisfied trying to recreate them wooden boards of neon paint read,
a stranger with his face to the sky
every plane that draws a white line is a confirmation every seed grows its own vines
forget our whole selves later
when it strikes you feel no pain i'm just satisfied trying to recreate them wooden boards of neon paint read,
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