This is the viral solstice and I am liberty’s gambler.
What would I give to taste the fresh air of freedom?
Anything.
Thaw-out that space-cold hope and puncture me – please.
God blesses the poets to write of such miracles.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 7:35 AM UTC
This is the viral solstice and I am liberty’s gambler.
What would I give to taste the fresh air of freedom?
Anything.
Thaw-out that space-cold hope and puncture me – please.
God blesses the poets to write of such miracles.
is it gambling if you know you're going to win?
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