Fights with First Girlfriend CemeteryWill Grofic
Whole world akin to lava then back to land, solid, not the least bit ephemeral. Lava lance and heaven ants, lava liturgy and heaven misery. Her misery made my fingers wet. My fingers left the misery to mystery and then back to heaven. Her pursed lips, her gate unfinished, something I’d never understand. Lava origin and heaven whore again.
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