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A night when sighs turn into mist and dissolve, my four corners is a lonely spacecraft. A warmth that spreads deep within there for an instant, gone once more.
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 3:28 PM UTC
Mercy Now
A night when sighs turn into mist and dissolve, my four corners is a lonely spacecraft. A warmth that spreads deep within there for an instant, gone once more.
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 3:28 PM UTC
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