calling you into creation with words this page proof of my belief and need i am throwing this down, like a prelude to home or something that i missed somewhere along the road rambling bits of insanity crumpled bits of numbers and wrappers left beside the bed back again back again as if you'd ever left.Birth sign: Aquarius
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