report by by fire 1David Wolach
I choked your library while they slept, how often do the stairs refuse entry. I choked your library and heard no please more, heard nothing. Not a single droplet fell on proverbial cheek. Whatever dreams that later would be analyzed in place of thinking, they kept for now.
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