life, my darling, is poetic
one too many a skin cramped for spaces in the numbered lifetime of a forever
you could only pretend to fathom what lies between and what runs beneath but never quite really decipher
a life at hand and too many deaths at bay
do you live or do you survive
one too many a skin cramped for spaces in the numbered lifetime of a forever
you could only pretend to fathom what lies between and what runs beneath but never quite really decipher
a life at hand and too many deaths at bay
do you live or do you survive
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