I don't think you know
how many wrinkles in my brain are carved by you
the smooth and simple ones
the winding
and
wandering ones
Why I think
that you think
They just sorta
happened one day
Feb 18, 2024
Feb 18, 2024 at 2:34 PM UTC
I don't think you know
how many wrinkles in my brain are carved by you
the smooth and simple ones
the winding
and
wandering ones
Why I think
that you think
They just sorta
happened one day
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