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i gravitate towards you with zealous light.

ftr

Mundus est SPECULUM redditque cuiquesuae cogitationis faciem. At Collectae eam,vicissim vultus sourly super vos: et irridetsimul et iocosa est comes genus

inner left arm.

i wanna feel this

truth.

Is i hate you,

and i don't want to.

at least not that much.

let go

"Burning thin the burning rim

Like stars burning holes right through the dark

Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes"